The images are the ambiguous testimony of their own making.

They are born of the combination of chemical reactions,

a certain chance and intuition. 

Everything influences, nothing decides. 

The image was in the air, and is forever embodied

in this transitory state. 

It is the exact legacy of what it was for an instant.

The fleetingness has been magically shaped into an eternal object. 

It can only be what it already is.