It was a rainy evening and we were far from a place we wanted to reach. When we were close to a viewing point we saw that sun was shining through a tiny crack in the clouds and the whole valley was filled with a golden light. We ran like the Fellowship of the Ring, jumping over tree roots and steps of a staircase to the viewing point. The whole shoot took around three minutes: unpack a camera, set up a tripod, choose and change a lens, compose a frame, focus and shoot. I had enough time to only take four frames with different exposures and the sun had gone.

Artem Sapegin

The Wear of Time

The inevitability of erosion 

Even here time takes

it's toll grinding peaks to dust

then land grows once more



The Wear of Time

The inevitability of erosion

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