Still Frame


I enjoy winter but I don't long for it on the other side of the year as I do for spring and summer. Yet when confronted with each season's virtues — the cold, stillness of one and the warm, colorful bounty of the other — I'm tempted into wishing for the moment to stretch, the day to last forever. I wouldn't be the first man, of course, because those before me invented the photograph.

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