There is an instant, still and sweet captured forever. Data, embedded into a computer's memory, that when looked upon again, evoke remembrance. You return to that day, you live in that instant, when the pixels before you mean more than their collected dots. No one can come into that view of the past, history relived, as you can. For your view and your perspective is yours alone. Though there were some with you that day--they view it differently, through the lens of their own eyes and lives. That time, that place, that very moment--is all at once uniquely your own.
But the moment loses focus for the day was spent also in part on the camera. For although the scenario can be photographed, the photographer must focus on his trade. The light as it approaches the horizon, is it too little or to much? The focus and the frame, too far or too near? and on and on, the little nuances of the art. One can, of course, capture the scene and yet still live in the moment, but that is rare. And rarer still are those who can do it consistently.
And so there are the moments when I just want to throw the camera in the sand, let it drift into the waves, and run through the shoreline breathing in the spray of the ocean, sinking to my knees in the sand, taking in all life has to offer.
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