Moments

The joys of walking. Just walking along with my camera in my hand or over my shoulder. Wandering aimlessly taking endless pictures with my mind. I frame every scene in 3:2 and snap with every blink, I occasionally take a real photo, but this all depends on how instinctive I am feeling. Street photography is all about instincts and capturing a moment. Obviously moments are happening all the time and some moments for a lot longer than others. The fact that we remember our lives in moments,significant moments,that serve as book marks or post it notes structuring our pasts,has made us-as humans-develop the means of capturing them physically.



"Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts." ~Minor White

Perhaps I do get some satisfaction from seeing a moment I would wish to capture but am too late to. Seeing with a photographers eye offers me a window into the beauty and honesty of our monotonous lives and even without physically capturing them I am exposed to the idea and artistic relevance for a fraction of time 'the moment'. Seeing in photographs often gives me a shallower view of the world. A framed view,with blinkered eyes,only open to the extremities of my compositions.



This however is the photographers focus. A place for Zen and meditation. An afternoon, a day, perhaps a week can disappear into the ether when the 'photographers focus' is enabled. I find myself lost there with a scrap book of other peoples memories. I am happy there. More happy and content than ever before. I am free there. Free from the negativity and the pressures of being me and I never want to leave.