01/10/2026
Clocks measure time. Photographs stop it.
That idea sits at the heart of my latest essay, a reflection on architecture, photography, permanence, and the strange way a photograph can hold onto a moment long after the place itself has changed.
I started with clock towers, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized the same thing applies to the quieter places too. A doorway in Lucca. A wall in Cremona. A kitchen window above a piazza in Parma.
They may never appear in a guidebook, but they hold time just the same.
Maybe that is part of what photography is for. Not simply to document what is important, but to notice what might otherwise disappear without anyone marking the moment.
Sound interesting? Have a read in my latest post on my blog: An Observance of Time.
Photography and time meet in a reflection on memory, architecture, permanence, and why photographs preserve what the world cannot.