I thought I was so clever and insightful. I wondered how it happened, that no one had ever thought of it before.
Of course, that phrase -- that idea -- is no more original to me, than it is to anyone else. Or, maybe, it's original to all of us. It's like the invention of the wheel -- no one person can claim to have been the first. The rise of the wheel was, more or less, simultaneous all over the world. I think it's the same with this idea of moments. Many people -- maybe those with a romantic streak, more often -- have this epiphany.
I believe that the difference between a photographer, and a picture taker is that one seeks, and captures, life's moments, and the other simply documents existence. I believe that many people blog, for the same reason. I think that's what Photostory Friday is -- to me, anyway.
A chance to talk about the moments I've seen, through the lens of my camera:
The family reunion, when two of my littlest nieces, decided that I was a pretty cool guy.
The day that my son played so hard, on that muddy soccer field.
That day I saw awareness in the eyes of my small nephew.
Our favorite vacation, so far, when we saw an 8,000 pound whale, fly through the air.
The beginning of a new life.
That day, on that road, between the storms, when the whole mountain was lit, with scarlet and gold.
The time I thought I was taking a clever picture, and Emma decided to take matters into her own hands.
These don't even scratch the surface.