When all stand still.

I always enjoy viewing and taking pictures that captured a precise moment.

The morning rays penetrating a bedroom, the splashing water from 2 playful children, the smile of a loved one, the coldness of a heavy downfall.

Still yet expressive. Sometimes I can even feel the life in that photo.

Great photos might not be taken by great photographers. A wonderfully taken picture conveys so much, it either bring warmth or sadness to me. I have seen beautiful pictures taken by people from all walks of life and I realise the less intentional the shots, the more 'realistic' they are. I am not bothered by composition, subject or techniques. I remember sitting ramdomly anywhere, looking at any ramdom things or people and just snap it when I feel the moment is right. There can be so much things happening around me until I shoot that one moment and see what the camera captured in an instance...that my eyes will never see. That moment... seems so real and close ...and everytime I look at these pictures, it felt like I am transported back to the period when the the picture relives itself all over again....right to point where my camera freezes that eternal moment.

Technology have made the modern camera small, digital and powerful. I remembered my insistence in having one with me 24/7 then, so that I am always equiped to capture any 'sudden' moments. Or rather equiped to preempt that moment. Sadly I have been too self-absorbed recently to isolate this little indulgence.

Sometimes one picture beats all that I could write.