I sometimes don’t appreciate what I shoot—shutter closes and I’m already looking for the next subject—something bigger, something better, something epic. I simply don’t always appreciate the small moments. Those moments that mean nothing to most. Those moments that need a champion, need a hero, need a song sung. They need us and we need them.
I was recently reading about the photographer Emmet Gowin, how he started years ago by shooting his extended family’s overlooked moments in life. I thought, he made heros of the small moments—those moments that pass most of us by daily. I read this quote by him “The picture is like a prayer, an offering, and hopefully an opening through which to seek what we don’t know, or already know and should take seriously.” I do believe that my heart, not my eye seeks what I shoot. The photo I take is not about how I judge it , but rather how it is needed by me. What is being offered is not about end result, but about the moment given. The photo means shit, the moment means…the world.
I’ll spare all of us the “life is made up of small moments” spiel. What I will say is that it’s not the grandeur of the moment that matters, it’s how that moment, large or small, good or bad makes us feel. Which is where I landed, I often judge a moment on how it’s going to feel versus allowing that moment to be felt—giving that moment its due, a chance. I’ve killed a moment, a photo, before it’s been felt or captured.
Note to self; each small moment is a wounded bird or lost soul in need of careful understanding and thoughtful empathy. Those moments need us.