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My favorite photographer Elliott Erwitt has a wonderful book called Snaps. He calls much of his work snapshots. The word implies a moment, a time, a slice of life taken with a single snap of the shutter. Its etymology is even interesting: from the early 1800s, a snapshot was a quickly execute shot at a fast-moving target. The photographic term was coined in the 1890s, when press cameras and flash powders / bulbs enabled this type of photo to exist. I think life is simply magical... amazing things happen every day. To capture that magic in a tangible record... well, that's so cool it feels like cheating. I love snapshots, I love the exhilaration that comes with chasing those moments with some strange gizmo that captures light and forms an image. I'll keep taking them until I'm pushin' up daisies.
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