I love photography.
I do not think there are adequate words to express the quiet joy, overwhelming fulfillment, and sheer magic that I feel when a moment is captured through light + patience.
A photograph is a view into someone's soul - their very essence. Their self revealed to the world.
To capture that is an honor beyond description. It is worth the wait, the worried glance at the sky, the sheer chance that the ray of sun will hit the person's face just so; worth the long hours on my feet, the plethora of wild and uncomfortable poses in order to achieve the perfect angle.
Some people need time and coaxing to come out of their shell, to truly laugh and smile, to be.
When that happens, I can feel Art. I can feel it in the weight of the camera, in the sun glancing off hair, in the gleam of someone's eyes, in the breaths between shots...I can feel it all around me.
A part of me.
It is not stagnant, and only alive when I am finished, when I have gotten the perfect shot or finished editing.
I feel art when I am creating.
Creating art itself is Art.
Photo credit//me, myself + I
This is Day 26 of 31 Days.