Green

The day oscillates between excitement for the weekend and then a bit of deflation. Plans are altered. Some illusions are nurtured too far. Then the shot takes itself. Not sure how it relates to anything, really. It just happens. A brief moment. In between the pages of a book. A shot that makes no sense at all. Perhaps is of no relevance either. The weekend might have photography in it. Of the unapologetic type. But not much is known now.