Grass is greener on the other side of the fence
sleeping under the sun
«…once photographed, whatever you had ‘really seen’ would never be seen by the eye of memory again. It would forever be cut from the continuum of being, a mere sliver, a slight, translucent paring from the fat life of time; elegiac, one-dimensional, immediately assuming the amber quality of nostalgia: an instantaneous memento mori.» Sally Mann
¡Espera! Antes de tirar la llave al río, deja que me haga una copia.