the saddest kind of sad is the Know this feeling too well :( . sad that tries not to be sad. you know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, "no, i'm happy for you"? that's when it's really sad.
there is truth in this. but not as much truth as it implies. what we photograph is what we find beautiful or thrilling or heartbreakingly stunning. do we fear losing beauty? or do we simply want to hold on to it? is there a difference?