For as long as I can remember, I’ve been an observer. Maybe it’s the storyteller in me that is always watching. Even when I don’t have a camera on me to document what I’m seeing, I take note, compose the shot in my mind and click the mental shutter. I think it’s healthy to not always have a camera on me; and this is coming from someone who almost always does. There are times though, more times than not, where the camera stays securely inside my bag.
Back in December Mike and I took a trip to Disney with our two friends. I diligently packed my beloved Mamiya and about a dozen rolls of film for our impromptu weekend adventure. The picture above was the only one that I took that day in the park. I lugged that camera with me all day, but I only took this one. There is nothing really earth shattering about this picture. In fact, I don’t even remember what forced me to dig my camera out of my bag. There was just something about her and the balloons and the Merry-Go Round that made me stop. And so I did. Not a moment’s hesitation, a break in the crowd and then a click.
This was the only shot I needed, the one that summed up everything I was feeling that day. I wanted to observe what was around me, to take in the smells and the noise, the laughter and the good company of my friends. I wanted to feel my love’s hand in mine as we eagerly waited in line for rides. I didn’t need a dozen exposed rolls of film, I just needed the one.
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