shutter raze something has gone awry. dark spots would indicate dust on the sensor. what we have here is the thick black hand of a clock that marks intervals which defy measurement. a single swipe counterclockwise for each slow blink of the beast's telescoping eye. a few more minutes or hours or years slip away. this harsh reminder of how little light is left makes a mess of most exposures. but not all. sometimes one true thing digs into the darkness and makes itself known. there, swimming in the murk of a dying machine's last gasp — the colour of spring. 250405 what's it to you? who go blather from