You know you are a photographer when your fear of not making a picture is greater than your fear of making a picture.
I have lost three friends in the last few months ….all gone too soon.. 35, 40 and 48. Dealing with ill parents and the loss of loved ones is a part of growing up; a chapter in everyone’s book as they say. It’s weird though that when you plunge in to the perfect water or feel a baby’s pillow soft skin, the joy you unlock from that moment is so complete in itself. We are so bound by each other, so dependent, so fragile. Our little bodies just break apart, melt and vaporize. Solid turns to liquid turns to air. Maybe that’s why we feel a relief like no other when a breeze wraps around us unexpectedly. May be what a breeze really is, is our gone-too-soon friends coming back to give us a hug, just one more time.
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