That's why some of my favorite moments happen when people don't know the camera is trained on them.
There's quiet concentration,
and ear-to-ear happiness.
But every once in a while, you point the camera directly at a person, despite his protestations, and something miraculous happens. You don't know quite when or how, but you know in that split second that you have managed to capture something truly discrete, something tremendous. I don't know much about photography—I have a point-and-shoot camera, and I point it and shoot it. I'll never be the next Annie Leibovitz or Ansel Adams. But this weekend? This weekend I made magic.
Thank you, BiL.