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My Author Journey, Friday, August 4, 2017

# 960 (countdown)



This photo is a nice surprise.

I took it today morning on my way to the train station.

I looked to my left and saw this view. In a millisecond I thought it would make a nice pic. Didn’t notice the guy on the bench staring at the same view though.

Still walking I unlocked my iPod Touch, literally stopped for just one second and the photo was taken in that second. That’s how much time we had (I was with my son). The whole thing (from an idea to a photo) happened in three seconds. It’s probably one of the fastest photos I’ve ever taken.

And it’s so good! (I like it a lot). My son told me he liked it a lot too.

Can we say our products are good? I think we can (if we really believe they are good). And I think we should say it.

Can a photo snapped in three seconds be good? Can anything done in three seconds be good? I think the time we spent doing it does not necessarily matter.

I think with photography of a daily life an idea (an impulse) and how fast we can execute on this idea (impulse) is everything as those moments are fleeting. Both idea (impulse) and speed matter way more than the technical aspect of a photo. Unless it’s a portrait I never inspect other people’s work to see whether the pic is sharp or not. The frame and the story told in that photo is what matters to me when I look at it. I think most people would agree.

Think this guy on a bench is what makes this photo exceptional. As if he is posing and yet he knows nothing about it. He has no idea that I’m shooting this photo with him on that bench, and that he’s going to be so vital to this pic.

The best part, neither I have this idea.

It is a perfect example of a fleeting moment. One guy is rushing to the train station with his son. Suddenly he looks to his left, a familiar view to him as he uses this pathway a lot. He wants to know what’s new about it. He is constantly on the lookout for the next photo, next opportunity to make art. Must be an artist.

An impulse requires him to stop and shoot a photo without thinking. Which he does. One second later both he and his son are rushing again to make it to the train station on time (preferably at least 15 minutes before the train leaves the station).

In the same moment the other guy is sitting on a bench. His upper body straighten up, his head turned slightly to the left. No rush. He is looking in the same direction. He is probably contemplating the same view. Must be an artist.

They meet briefly on this warm Friday morning in the beginning of August. And yet neither of them knows anything about this encounter. And there is very little chance they’ll meet again.

The first guy may never be able to get to know his model. The other guy may never discover that he was a model. Chances that they will meet again are small. Like, really small.

That’s what it means that those are ephemeral moments. It was once in a lifetime opportunity. This particular scene (this frame), the sky, the clouds, the colors, this mysterious encounter, it will never happen again. It’s the whole beauty of photography of a daily life.

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original changed to mono in Apple photo app

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original changed to tonal in Apple photo app

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Progress on my second book. 1183 words.

My today’s answer on Quora:

Answer to How should I resolve a conflict with my parents about my career?

Music for this writing session: The Walk (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (on Spotify). Then Night At The Museum: Secret Of The Tomb (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (on Spotify). Then He Named Me Malala (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (on Spotify).