Moments are beautiful and full of a variety of emotions. They can be happy, sad, traumatic, and so many other things. I love moments, which is why I fell in love with photography. With my camera, I capture a piece of time. With every photo, once I see it, I remember. I remember everything possible about the day, scene, time, or place. My photographs are memories which is why I have a terrible time deleting, and I press my shutter more times than necessary.
However, there are moments that cannot be captured. Those moments stay with me, and I pray, that I will never forget the day, time, or lesson learned from the experience.
I can capture many moments, but I cannot capture:
- The absolute joy my daughter gets from riding the teacups on a rickety parking lot carnival ride (don’t judge me!) I cannot record, her smile, laughter, and out of control joy that we felt that day, that time, that one perfect minute on that one ride.
- The beautiful sunset on a breezy summer day as I drive our van across the prairie. I cannot capture the feeling of peace, the gorgeous silhouettes, the overall feeling that today, life is Ok.
- The gift of one perfect day. 2013 has been full of terrible days. It has been full of tears, stress, worry that never seems to end. One day, the illness let us push it aside. One day, we had the money, energy, and availability to drive 4 hours to an amusement park, ride the rides, create our memories, and stay until the lights went on. It was a perfect day, with very few pictures. However, I will never forget it.
- I feel at home at the beach. I love sitting on the sand, walking through the cold water, and listening to the waves. No photograph has ever captured how much I love it, how much I need it, and how much I miss it.
- One day, the kids and I didn’t make it to work or daycare. No photograph can capture, the emotion we felt as the dump truck pushed us around the street, into another car and eventually tipped over on our car. There are not even enough words to stress how grateful I am, that our small car was strong, and kept us safe. We survived, with few injuries that have melted away.
- We don’t have a photograph that captures the feeling of why we moved to Maine, and why we moved back. Those decisions were made so effortlessly, that we know we were guided.
- I will never have a photograph that will capture the emotion I felt the day we learned that our lives had changed, and there was nothing we could do about it.
Yes, photographs capture moments and I rely on them for my memories. However, there are moments that just can’t be captured, words might help, but those moments are left within.