I don’t know how it is that I managed to capture this eerie ‘ghosting’ image, and to be quite frank, I really don’t care. All that really matters to me is the resounding realization that hit me when I first saw it in print. This moment was one of many that I’ve captured of Tristan and Jordan at harmonious play. I was upstairs in my bedroom (enjoying my 20 minute sabbatical) when the laughter and squeals drew me to the window. I managed to get them to stand still long enough for a couple of pictures, but little else. I anticipated pictures of my kids with their heads oddly cocked upwards…I received so much more. Seeing the ghosted image forced me to remember that each one of these moments is fleeting. This day, I was enjoying my children, how many more days will I have before the magically evolve into teenagers and then adults? It’s profound how in the blink of an eye that moment became a sweet memory and it’s down right scary to think how the transition from child to adult will be, seemingly, just as short. That ghosted image; that testimony to my serious lack of photography prowess, delivered a poignant message to me:
Don’t blink…you’ll miss it!