This is a small moment. A moment for seeking solace and providing comfort.
I had forgotten this moment. In my mind it went unrecognized…through my lens it was fuzzy and fleeting in low light and high emotion.
I am lucky my finger was heavy that night on the shutter, because to me this forgotten, insignificant second is essential.
These moments make us who we are. These moments remind me that sometimes I am the crying child, sometimes I am the strong arms that comfort. If I had never been held, I would not know how to hold on.
These moments are so small, I forget them. I often stand paralyzed with all that has ever happened and been forgotten…there are so many of these small moments, it overwhelms me.
This is why I photograph.
xb.
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