Finding the Moment

Waiting to Click

When I studied photojournalism, we talked at length about the defining moment. It's the moment of intense action - or of emotion's peak - that photographers hope to capture with the "click."   When I shot with film  I was frugal with my shots.  I'd wait impatiently for instincts to force me to press the shutter.  I could sense the moment, anticipate something special happening.  I loved getting my film processed, holding the negatives to the sky, and seeing for the second time the moment I'd witnessed.  It was awesome.

Now I shoot digital. (My Nikon film cameras are safely stored away and have been since Chi was about a month old and it was obvious I'd need to adopt digital or would quickly send myself to the poor house.)  I don't have to be cautious about the wait.  I can shoot and view and delete in seconds... but somehow I still love trying to pause, sense, compose and capture.

Photos: Frying Pan Park, April 3, 2011

Photos: Lakeridge Marina, April 3, 2011

Motion

If I could turn back time... if I could find a way...

I don't think I would. The movement of the moment is amazing to see. The bustle of activity. The absolute joy of doing it.  The frenzy of seizing every chance to play in a quickly moving childhood. It is life unfolding. It is motion that moves my heart. With every jump, giggle, roll, slide, and breath, I witness the wonderment of just being.

In Fashion

Trying out Mommy's shoes - - throwbacks to those she wore in high school in the 90s, and much like those Oma coveted when she was in school in the 70s. My how cyclical fashion is.

Animal's Perspective

Initially, I had the thought that I should get low and shoot up... but then I thought about Dorado.  If she wants to see you, she's not going to stay low.  Instead, with cat-like agility and grace, she's catapulting onto the back of the couch or into a lap.  She's bounding up stairs to stare down at you.  She's not content unless she's staring into your eyes or soothed by your embrace.

Yesterday, Ya and Dorado [lovingly called "Grigio," because that is every dog's name] decided to play chase.  I was supposed to be doing the chasing, but Dorado decided she should be the one.  Ya teased with his stick. Doh scoped it out, waited in a split second of plotting, and then siezed the waving staff. And then the real play began.

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