That moment, at that place at that time and of that subject are absolutely unique. Even a re-creation of the scene can never capture it in precisely the same way. Looking at old photographs really is a journey into the past.
This was brought sharply into focus for me just recently when our beautiful dog Layla, passed away at the unbearably young age of four years and nine months.
|No more pain, my beautiful girl, no more pain.|
But suddenly, she was gone.
I'm still full of grief - it was only a short while ago that she died - but I am so glad that I took hundreds of pictures of her in the short time we had together.
So often in life, memories, and the photographs that support them, are all that are left.