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.
October 24, 2003, 9:02:58 am - Puente de Calmotlan, Mexico
I've always enjoyed this photo. It was morning, driving through a small Mexican town located in the heart of the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains when I stopped and took her picture. She started to giggle, most likely because this was a first for her given there are no tourists. It wasn't until I processed the image I notice her bicycle seat was missing. Children are so innocent. Their world is new and everything is a unique experience including this crazy gringo, from who knows where wanting to take her photo.
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