Life. Vibration. It’s all vibration. Change. Movement. A photograph is an image of time. A slice of time. Movement come and gone. A man or woman walking down the street in front of me. Someone I’ve never met. I don’t know their names. But I know the movement. The change happening with light and shadow. What is it that I’m taking pictures of? Are strangers more familiar, more known, more universal, via abstraction?