May 30, 2006 17:02
There is a point when taking a photograph, between the instant you see just exactly what it is you want to capture and the quick snap of the shutter closing and opening, that time is compressed into emulsion and the gradient of silver halides becomes later recognized as an image.
Occasionally, if not extremely rarely is that small fraction of time found to be an image of immortality.
Most pictures are passed off as "good" or even "great" shots, but a photo that can be immortalized, one that lives on through the ages and is timeless- that is the most honest representation of a moment captured in its purest context.
These are the "shots" we wait for- when our noses are pressed up against the camera body, one eye closed, the other squinting and hunting for exactitude and precision.
And then there are the accidental, miscalculated, and unintentional pictures that curiously reveal themselves as perfect, the best of the entire roll of film.
Perhaps in those moments of rapid-fire clicking, winding and focus, it is the raw energy of the situation that somehow manifests itself into an immortal instant, forever preserved.
Whatever it is that causes this moment to be caught on film, my high school photography teacher was right- always take more film than you think you'll need, and snap each frame without worry.