There is something so dangerously evocative about photographs.
You would press your palm, tickle with your fingertips just to try to find the way the water would have felt.

Your lungs would gasp for a little more air, just to imagine the crispness of it in some other place. Places you promised yourself that you would go.

It's magic to say the least.

For whatever is in the borders of the photograph, they are still alive, somewhere.