Photography and the view of impermanence end up being a collision of opposites, as manifest in this show. The photograph seems to freeze a moment; there is inherently a sense of stopping time. Of course, time did not stop. Really what we keep is a visual pattern, a world of its own, now with only an imaginary connection to the bigger world, which has gone on its way and changed. The contradiction at some level makes the experience of the impermanence deeper and more poignant, in an odd way. We see what was. We know it’s gone.