With the wink of a shutter a camera weaves its blend of science and magic to capture light through its mechanical innards and gadgetry. Accomplishing in its own primitive way what a human eye does constantly and effortlessly.
The beauty of a camera though, is that it can capture a moment. Freeze time in such a tangible way. A look, a smile, a play of light across soft skin, a melancholy shadow.
I love the way an image can be shared. How they can trigger a memory – in fact be so entwined with our memories; snapshots of childhood. Ageing photos in the family album, pictures of lost loved ones, and black and white vistas that will never be played out again. A window to whole other worlds, a window to memory. A record of time.
Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back — For the strength of…
Watching a family grow is more than just observing the passing of time. It is more than seeing little hands get bigger, little faces get older, and little eyes grow wiser. It is more even than the love that overflows from hearts that are bound forever.