There is a time for everything:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal, 
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh, 
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, 
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up, 
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend, 
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate, 
a time for war and a time for peace.

NIV Bible - Ecclessiastes 3:1-8

While there are countless photographs published every day online, very few are the result of an internal, personal feeling. Today's "online" photography has become so technically competitive to the point of forgeting that which is at it's core - the fact that photography, just like painting, or sculpture, or music, or theater... is a language that communicates what the inner voice cannot express with words. At times, the result of the artistic expression is so obvious that words aren't necessary, while other times the feeling is so delicate and personal, that a photo will only talk to the artist, and the artist alone.

A neatly prepared table at a local cafe and fresh flowers, yet a gloomy day and a distorted, surreal background. Ever since my younger brother killed himself this past Summer, my life has changed. He was supposed to be 22 yesterday. There is a constant pain hidden deep inside, which only a vague photo can translate. How I wish I could have had one last lunch with him at a local cafe with fresh flowers, and a neatly prepared table.

Titus