This gentleman is a wonderful photographer.
No joke. He’s a real pro. His shots have a compelling, luminous quality. Strong portfolio. Good stuff.
(Third from the top.)
My second reaction is of course the inescapable metaphor.
“We’re stuck on the railroad tracks,” these faces say from the luminous photo on their sofa table. “That’s us. That’s our life together. Stalled and stuck on the railroad tracks. Ignoring the warning signs that should have been obvious to even a drunk-ass sea otter, to say nothing of all of the people — all of our friends and family, really — who are frantically shouting ‘Don’t do it! It can’t possibly end happily! It’s going to be a terrible disaster!!!’
“But for this moment, at least, we’re the happiest damned people in the whole ****ing world. Let us grab on to this moment! Grab it and hold it close and make it last forever!”
My first reaction is “Holy ****! You! You two idiots! Get off the train tracks!!!“