To see through the eyes of another is a gift
Somewhere between dirty diapers and piles of laundry live baby babbles, long walks through the neighborhoods, and ticklish ribs. Somewhere between endless rolls of film for weddings and sessions live frames like these. I once used the leftover frames to photograph flowers or the sky. But not these days. These days I hold my film camera over my little boy and breathe in his baby smell one more time.
I wait for his response to my voice or his puzzled look as he peers into the lens glass. It's then that I let the light flood into the camera, color and all. It's like Christmas every time I see his baby blues on film. Images like this bring me back to the moment. Images like this make me want more moments just like this one.
These frames are more than just memories; these frames are the eyes of my heart.
I think that's why people connect to a photograph intentionally taken. You cannot hear, feel, taste, or touch from someone else's perspective. But through images, you can see through the eyes of someone else. And there is something beautiful about that.