Now that I have a little time, I just want to spent it to praise photography.

For me, photography is much than a form of art.
For me, photography is a metaphor of life itself.

It is being in the right place,
in the right moment,
ready.

Isn’t that the meaning of life?

In it’s short life, a person can barely choose what to do.
Placing itself in the right places, surrounding itself with the right persons, ripping off every piece of hope to move toward it’s future.
Being able to do it knowing when it is the moment to do it, and knowing how to do it best, in relation to others.
That… that worths it all.

Chances like that, of course, just occur rarely in a lifetime.

Being ready to catch them, is the final step.

Yes.
Cause life,
indeed,
it’s a continuous preparation to life.

I can handle that.
I can.
I want.
I will.