BLINK. PHOTOGRAPHIC JOURNALING.
A picture speaks 1000 words– isn't that the phrase? A thousand words, spoken or unspoken, moments that are gone with the BLINK of an eye.
I became passionate about photography when I brought a child into this world. When I BLINK, I miss another moment I want to squeeze back inside my heart. Another treasured second, that will fade in my memory, only to be replaced by another. I am scrupulous about capturing their essence, cataloging their growth, their spirit, their little childhood souls, with the lens that drapes my neck.
Moments are fleeting, the happy ones, the sad ones, the real-life seconds, that, unexceptional at the time, in fact are too often the purest of treasures. With an eye behind my camera, I see a world more transparent. The joy yes, but more often, the quiet beauty, the solitude, the true nature of my subject. The smallest, yet the truest form of beauty lie in these muted details in a single snapshot. These are what trigger my memory, my longings for things past, my stories, and my honest love, when I linger over old photos.
So yes, I have muses. They pitter-patter, sometimes even thunder underfoot, but they have introduced me to a world that is precious and divine. Where there are stories to be told, where treasures are stored, where moments are worth keeping and revisiting, where joy is kept. BLINK and you may miss your piece of joy worth keeping.
Pictures are my journal– a way of cataloging and preserving the stories of my life. Let BLINK help you tell the story of where your joy is kept. Time fades, moments pass...blink.
