We were on the metro and she blew me a kiss. Like a boyfriend does, I took a picture.
“Why’d you take a picture?”
“I dunno, it felt right..”
“Okay…”
It sometimes just feels right. To take a photo. Maybe a fear that I won’t always be able to remember walks in the rain.
Maybe I won’t always be getting kisses blown to me.
Maybe we won’t always be like this. Maybe our lives won’t be.
Maybe I won’t be in this restaurant again or maybe I won’t remember the way the pan fried fish reminded me of home.
I probably won’t always remember the steam from the rice.
Sad, that.
Easy to take for granted.
I always did before. I still do, too often.
I too often didn’t take pictures when I should have.
If I wasn’t going to take the best photo of my life, why take any?
I too often miss the point. I think I get it, but, I don’t.
Spend all my time looking for the best photo of my life.
No point.
The best photos are the photos OF my life.
In the end, they will be the ones I am most happy to have taken.
I’m glad she asked me why I took that first picture.
She doesn’t ask anymore.
November, 2014.
Seoul, South Korea.
… you do not take photographs just to look like an image. you take your photographs to be more than that. in sum, they are often an astute visual record of a particular feeling … well done, Josh …
Thanks for the reminder Josh. This is something a lot of photographers miss completely. I should take more photos important to me rather than trying to come up with something that impresses others.
Feelings, emotions and thoughts are very concrete and palpable in your pictures, it’s so powerful!
Thanks for sharing your universe with us.
Very well said. A fantastic post, thank you…
depth
Thanks.
Really beautiful photos – thanks for the inspiration.
Thank you!
Very stirring images…beautiful photographs. Jubilant cheers to you,
Smiling Toad
I love these photos! So beautiful!
Thanks!
All of your photos are like a book with a beautiful story.
Thank you!