A rabbi preaching vividly, a group of teenagers chanting and waving flags downtown during my career as a photojournalist, I lived for the action shots: the excited gestures of a school board member discussing plans. If you ask me, the most photos that are energetic told the largest and greatest stories. They made me feel essential for being there, for capturing the superheroes in the brief moment to share with you with everybody else. The softer moments paled in comparison, and I thought of them as irrelevant.
It took about one second to tear down one worth that is year’s of.
The theory dawned I was trapped within the distraught weight in the girl’s eyes on me when. Sometimes the moments that speak the loudest aren’t the noisiest or even the most energetic. Read more