From the Vault: Damage III

[angela_n_hunt]

And here’s one image that was completely obliterated.

It’s very pretty, isn’t it? That’s mold, and water, and corrosion. All together creating a corrosive acid.

And the image that was once there is gone. Forever.

The artist side of myself can see and appreciate the beauty that remains. The human part of me mourns. This was a memory made physical. This was a moment in time I tried to capture and arrest, steal from Time’s predation, and preserve, if only for my own lifetime.

As always, Entropy gets the last laugh and reminds me that you can’t steal from Time, only borrow.

Luckily, the reminder is its own sharp beauty.

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