During my career as a photojournalist, I lived for the action shots: the excited gestures of a school board member discussing plans, a rabbi preaching vividly, a team of teenagers chanting and waving flags downtown. To me, probably the most photos that are energetic told the largest and best stories. They made me feel essential for being there, for capturing the superheroes when you look at the moment to fairly share with everybody else. The softer moments paled in comparison, and I also looked at them as irrelevant.
It took about one second to tear down one worth that is year’s of.
The concept dawned on me whenever I was trapped in the distraught weight into the girl’s eyes. Sometimes the moments that speak the loudest aren’t the noisiest or the most energetic. Sometimes they’re quiet, soft, and peaceful. Les videre