Given the opportunity to take photos for the day.
Not just any day, but a special one. One that is only once.
They say a photo is worth a thousand words, and often times, the smiles.
What we capture; a look back, interpreting whatever we can find.
Family photos, of a lookbook. Selfies taken so casually, in a scroll of the line.
The account so divine; a scrolled treasure that is once, "mine".
These moments; a segment of time.
The camera's, one shot at a time.
"No I don't like that one",
"That's fine". "We'll only keep the ones that are fine
So as I hold my lens, in the realms of my photography booth full of analog film.
When it doesn't fit in, and doesn't cut the line; is it still special? This mystery that is hidden in the misty droplet of evaporated water through a vine.