There is magic in very few photographs. Photos in these days of selfie sticks and over practiced smiles can be lovely, and the risk of a local running off with a tourists camera in hand as they pose for a shot in front of some landmark is considerably diminished thanks to the invention, but there is something to be said for the way we used to take pictures.
To say “I remember when we had to buy film for camera’s”, is very strange, but I do remember having to decide if the occasion required 1000 speed, 200 speed, etc. I remember taking the roll of film in to be developed, and waiting, and hoping that I would have at least one shot that captured the spirit of the occasion. There were many times for me, that an entire roll of film did not render one decent picture.
I’ve never had a talent for photography. My hands shake. The realization that I’m responsible for capturing this moment in time for posterity is momentous, and so I always defer the responsibility if I can to someone with more capable hands.
The way we take pictures today has saved me a small fortune. It’s nice to delete, rather than pay and throw away. Having the ability to instantly see what the problem in a picture is, so you can make adjustments to improve the next shot is something we couldn’t do before. That still doesn’t guarantee a steady hand and focus.
The pictures I cherish are the ones that show more than a beautiful face at the most flattering angle. They show unguarded spirit. They capture innocence, and transport you to the moment the magic was captured.
The photo above is one I took on the first Halloween both my girls were old enough to walk the block to beg candy. They wore costumes of freshly hatched chicks. The joy on their faces in that moment is magic… and sugar.
“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
J.M. Barrie ~ Peter Pan
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