Ansel, yes, that Ansel, is said to have given a lecture, where afterwards someone asked something to the effect of: your pictures are wonderful, you must be very lucky to have found all those wonderful shots.
To which, it is told, he answered: yes, it’s funny. The more I take photographs, the luckier I get.
There are a hundred other ways of conveying the moral of the story… but none better than just being there behind the lens when life presents itself.
I feel fortunate to have had such an experience, and have it to keep, as seen above. No, the photo won’t win any awards, or accolades. It does not need to. It does what it needs to do – stop me in my tracks, send my mind reeling down the paths of history, heredity, and gratitude – without needing any further support.
I am grateful. Glad for more than just myself, but also for what it means for each of the women in this image that they have each other, that they can know, love, and play together. That is an incalculable value, to them, to me. For all of these things I am glad, and for the delight in having the moment above to encapsulate these feelings, to carry them and bind them together in one place, in one moment, in one lucky moment.
Now and evermore.