This is our world. We are of it, dependent, sometimes transfixed.
Its rhythms demand grace and strength and fluent attention.
Its beauty is as likely to unfold on a boisterous path as on a gentle one,
as likely to be favored by grace as by endeavor.
Its soft boundaries support the resolve of becoming.
Prizes won and given away multiply the shared moments of a day.
Words of life make unspoken testimony on human and near-human faces.
The faces prepare the ground for words, and for photographs.
Every human photograph portrays the possibilities of a story.
Our myriad facial muscles relate those stories directly from the center of our beings.
Beauty in photography captures the complexity of those stories written on faces.
The complexities flowing back to apparent simplicity reflect universal harmonies, wrinkled as calligraphy on the face of camaraderie.
Recording moments of people being fully present, photography memorializes beauty.
The children, the bride, and everything in between and beyond. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove the fact that the bride is barefoot, but her husband is wearing shoes!
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