A moment in time. That’s all it takes for everything to change. For the eyes to open just wide enough to truly see what is going on in this world. To see every immoral, every sunset, every cherished memory, every piece of rubble caused by the bomb from last nights bloodshed. Moments captured by photographers, for the whole world to see. Through their eyes, their pain, their happiness.
My name is Justin, a self-taught photographer from eastern Massachusetts and to me, photography means memories that have since faded. Though when you go up in your attic on that Sunday morning and search for that brown cardboard box with that thin layer of dust and come upon photos of old, a sense of nostalgia lingers in the air.
From Missouri to Ukraine, to the busy streets of Japan, young men and women are publicly recording their lives. Through photography, their stories are told.
Justin Burrill 