The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
3/16/19
Miner and Boy - Goldfield, Nevada
I saw this miner, earlier in the day, while photographing in Goldfield, Nevada and asked him if I could photograph him. He said, "later, meet me at the Sante Fe Saloon at 5 pm." When I arrived, the miner was thoroughly drunk. I took him outside and snapped a few 4x5s while this eager boy looked on and wanting to be part of the shoot. At the time, I had no intentions to include him in the picture, but I didn't want to be impolite. It wasn't until I saw the image appear in the darkroom did I realize how important the kid is to the image. There is a lesson here.
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