The power of the picture is to convey truth in a moment, to talk with the soul so personally, in a way that volumes of words cannot.
There are times a picture can reach in and fix what literature is so challenged to achieve.
The picture sung with the beauty of the soul, a moment with the power to elevate the spirit for life, an ever-giving feeling of loving hope.
Why watch the picture so much and life so little? Why see the high definition and not the nuance of emotion, the way people open themselves to you every day, that subtle invitation to join their world? I love a photograph, I love oil brushed upon canvas, but I am in love with nature, with people, with life.
The picture was a time machine. One glance and he was back in his teen years with his life stretched before him, all the decisions that lay between his present self and his past self were unmapped, anything was possible.