To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
And, for a time, they were happy.
It was in moments like this.
He has dreaded this moment.
I have something to show you.
The path of sorrow upon sorrow.
I do not know my people.
Thinking will not change the direction of the wind.
Be silent. Let me think
I have not finished looking.
Are you sure you’ve brought us to the right place?
The air is beginning to turn.
No Words Today.
Signed. Notarized. Everything in order.
I think this just about sums it up.
No one spoke.
One would never have known that.
Gone fishin’
What do you dream of?
He said to her, I will provide you with a good life.