Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven, January 14, 2012

little red shoe ballerina

Life is a series of tiny moments stringed together with emotion. Throughout this string are some impressions that just stand out and demand to be remembered. A writer might write about them, an artist might immortalize them with their brush, and us photographers, we pray that our camera is there within arms reach to capture that moment and use it again and again to take us back there, to the place where we felt something movingly significant.

11 thoughts on “Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven, January 14, 2012

  1. Dear Mimo,
    being a photographer myself I do know and feel quite well what you are writing about….

    And yet, there have been moments, and mostly it had been magic, very special moments with another or several other persons, where I could not take my camera and take a picture. Because taking a camera and looking through it would have interrupted the magic process and would have taken me from being part of the interchange and being there totally in the living of it into the position of being a “voyeur”, looking through the camera on a beautiful, fascinating … ( whatso- ever ) “object”. So some of my most special moments are “only” recorded in my mind and in my heart.
    I love your work.
    Bridget

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    1. Dear Bridget,
      Yes of course, there is a time and a place for everything, and some magic moments are not meant to be photographed, just cherished. Thank you for your continued support and your very insightful comments,
      Mimo

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