Duane Michals (1974)
This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.
‘When we define the Photograph as a motionless image, this does not mean only that the
figures it represents do not move; it means that they do not emerge, do not leave:
they are anesthetized and fastened down, like butterflies.’
Roland Barthes in Camera Lucida: Reflections on photography