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Saturday, May 21st, 2011
Blogs | Sociology of Sheena
At A Loss – Losing the Moment
I was in San Diego on Ocean Drive and Ocean Avenue taking pictures of the waves, seagulls and my friend Jantira when I noticed a family and a photographer arrive with two small children. For the next hour the photographer took turns snapping images of the children playing on the beach. The son, a small infant couldn’t walk. He spent most of the time on his knees or bottom playing in the sand trying to eat it. The sister, who couldn’t be more than two years old with a fire red afro of curls never took a moment to sit. It didn’t matter if she was being photographed or not, she kept playing the entire time. The photographer, in capturing¬† some of the moments when the baby boy, missed some amazing shots of the little girl in action. This is one of many images I took. That day, the little red hair girl was on fire and I’m glad I was able to capture some of her moments. But I’m sure, by me capturing her…I probably lost other moments too. I was, after all, at the beach with a friend and in looking at the red haired girl, that was a moment, I wasn’t present with my friend.