Was there anything more harrowing and hopeless than watching one of our most cherished monuments burn violently this week? It led me to find and dig through so many rolls of film taken among the streets of Paris, within Notre Dame, and through so many other cathedrals, towns, cities, and sites that felt permanently preserved, at least in my memory, upon emulsion-coated paper.
It was a feeling that sat so heavy with me, for hours watching so much history and beauty burn and just sending hopes out into the ether- stop. Please, just make it stop.
And while there wasn’t any way to help from afar or near, at least all of these places can exist in our memories as long as we continue to go.
We can never make it stop. We can only go.
I hope that somehow these words help give you direction, ignition, intuition.
And the realization that no matter where we go, what we see, and how we hold onto it, I’ll be here (and there) to tell the story.
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