HERE I AM!

I'm wordy - forgive me.

I love this picture.

That's me right there, kinda in the middle and kinda out of focus. It was taken in Seville at the start of our honeymoon and shortly after a decision had been made. We were going to grow old together and when that "day" came, we would want to look back at pictures we took on our honeymoon. Of each other.

That meant I would have to get in front of the camera (confession - I'm not so good there). I'd rather be that imposing presence behind the camera, who's challenge is to not be so imposing <------ that's the photojournalist in me. But alas, what we do for love, eh? And speaking of... what do I love about this image? Besides the serendipity of a marvelous and forgiving blur?

I love the feeling I get when I look at this picture.

My husband took this picture, in a moment when he stole my attention (notice the sweets I'm holding - I was clearly distracted). And when he did, he captured something I have to admit I actually find kind of beautiful... the way he sees me.

The feeling this image evokes in me brings me right back to the basics of why I love photography. Why, as a young child, I was dying to get my hands on my father's camera well before I ever fully expressed it. Despite my harsh self-critiques and most definitely despite all of the "rules" of photography (like how your focal point should be in focus) this image manages to stir me.

In a fraction of a second a feeling was captured forever.

A story. Our story.

That is what I love about photography.