About once a year I have a photography awakening. The rest of the year I still take some photos, but around once a year I think more about who I want to be as a photographer. Do I want to do the moody hipster thing? Do I want to play with B & W? Is it more fun just to do snapshots and not think about it? Would a new lens change everything?
I’m going through some of that again. Reading blogs. Looking at photos. Is this really art?
And then I shoot a picture like this:
Frankly, this photo does not capture the whole story. This is a very active two year old in the middle of a bunch of craziness. But the photo doesn’t show any of that.
Somehow, capturing a sweet little boy in 1/125th of a second transcends the reality of all that was around it.