There are some cultures that believe that getting a picture taken of you steals a little bit of your soul. I fully agree.
How else would you explain the fact that a photograph can bring across so much. That a flash-frozen second, suspended in celluloid like a mosquito in amber, can stir emotions, rouse memories, and tickle empathy out of hiding?
How can a view become so much more appealing when viewed through a lens? How can life take on a focus so intense that even the most mundane object can become all-engrossing, and bring forth a concentrated awareness that almost metamorphoses to meditation?
It’s either magic or photoshop. Perhaps a little of both.