The sight of a little person in muddy rainboots never fails to cheer me up immensely. It's even better when the little person is stomping around in actual mud puddles in actual rain, but I've yet to figure out how to take my beloved camera out in the rain. Any suggestions?
There are, really, so many moments in life I am unable to capture, because I'm too busy living them instead. But I'm trying my best to learn to take snapshots in my head – to frame a scene and capture a fleeting moment in memory. These images are impossible to share. Perhaps they're not meant to be shared? The historian in me (yes, that's what I was in years past) longs to do something with them though – write about them, document them, archive them, sketch them, capture them in a poem; somehow and in some way I just want to mark the significance of small moments.