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.
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January 13, 2017, 10:39:56 am - Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
The image is strange but more so when you know it was taken in a Buddhist Temple. I'm not one to "steal" a picture from a stranger. I always ask for permission. In this case, the man looked up at the moment of the click. He didn't seem to care and I politely whispered "Cam on," or thank you. I like images where there is more than one thing going on. Here you have the man on the lounge, the woman in the chair, and the woman walking into the frame on the left - all independent from one another. I wonder what the man is thinking. Was he upset with me for taking his picture or pleased that I did?
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