We measure our lives in contrast, in the differences between things. Between moments, cheerful and mopey. The feeling in our bellies, hungry and full. The temperature of our extremities, roasting or freezing. Our hearts, generous or cautious. So often our contrasts make our life worth living, worth waking up again the next day to see what will be different.And though we might think we want life to be uniform and predictable, I think that's the last thing anyone really wants.
And of course, contrast makes photographs what they are. Thank goodness for it!
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