what a photograph takes.
it takes away everything...
it takes away everything, but the image it's focused on.
it is a realistic portrait that blurs the reality of life.

recently, i was looking for some elusive piece of photographic history.
along the way i came across images of my sons when they were just
little boys.
the melancholia that pervaded the soul was amazing.
i looked at that captured moment and thought:
why wasn't i in that moment of bliss?
how could i have missed being in that special time?

the photograph takes away the mortgage payments;
the broken car; the screaming neighbor not seen in the photo;
the wars in the world; the monetary worries; the family traumas;
and all the other daily pains of living.

it blocks out the cacophony, the miasma, the magma we struggle through everyday.

the photograph reminds us of the moment.
it reminds us to be here now.