some truth

Some truth about photography from my point of view. I believe there are the images that you know are there the moment the shutter clicks. There they are, standing, exchanging the vows under the cross, under the arch, the composition is clear, is made clear, is made for you.        Or again there they are. Posing, because they’ve been directed. And the feel is automatic. Natural for them. Natural for us. We all get it. Click.             But then there are those pictures, that didn’t give the obvious in the moment. But you can’t stop looking at them. As if the camera was suddenly a whole different tool. Something more than what you carried. Something that could expose that which you yourself could never direct. You’re just please you had sense enough to push the button. And somehow, because that’s who she is, she’s just standing there and laughing with her whole face, because that’s how laughter comes across her. It crinkles her nose and pushes her cheeks higher and her eyes closed. At the same time she’s standing like Wonder Woman with her Emblem bedecked in beads across the bodice of her wedding dress. She’ll stun you with her laugh. That’s her superpower.          Or when the couple turns to walk away. And focus, well, focus was absent for a second. But it didn’t matter. Because there’s still a witness. In fact now there’s something with a little air of mystery. Forms just recognizable enough, that they are no longer just Andy and Dana, but man and woman- and theirs is a familiar story. It’s from old. Now the image acts like a familiar smell in how a certain scent can speak for a whole memory.          And light? Light will do its thing.  It will come and mix with glass, and spill out something different, change the whole look of things, their familiar order. ‘Everything blue instead of white’, Light says. And though it doesn’t look right to you, you can’t stop looking. So maybe  it is.