Gratitude #8 {Impromptu Kisses}

cartier bresson - france. paris 1968. doulevard duderot.Yes, I missed a day. Sorry. Anyway, I’m making up for it. This isn’t my image, but I wish it were. It’s by a photographer I admire greatly, Robert Cartier-Bresson. He is pretty much the father of photojournalism, and capturing the “decisive moment” on film. That moment that just documents a story, an emotion, in way that made everyday moments into stunning art.  Cartier-Bresson told the Washington Post in 1957. “There is a creative fraction of a second when you are taking a picture. Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you, and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. That is the moment the photographer is creative,” he said. “Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.” I love that. When you put a camera in front of people, most of the time they start acting weird. Carter-Bresson often hid his camera beneath his jacket so people wouldn’t notice that he was taking pictures and he could capture them in their natural state. This is what I try to do, and want to do even better.

Anyway, my hubby and I have a trip to Europe planned next June. It is my absolute dream come true to have some pictures of us like this in Paris. I love it when we’re just driving or walking or doing something meaningless, and he leans over and kisses me, just because. Wouldn’t it be great to a have a picture of that?

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