I sit and stare towards nothing in particular, although my eyes are caught on a picture of my grandmother in a frame on the wall. As she returns the stare so steadily, my mouth forms a smile as I remember the moments either side of that frozen sliver of time. For a split second I feel happiness and can hear her voice and feel her beautiful warm embrace, and I am comforted in the thought that she now lives within me.  

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These fleeting moments are the essence of what it means to be truly alive. For me a picture is the legacy we leave behind, it captures the stories we tell without speaking and the memories we share without uttering a word.

I look for the beauty in the mundane and significance in the trivial, and know that life is a journey filled with experiences, rich with emotion and meaning, a pilgrimage through the landscapes of joy and sorrow, love and loss, triumph and defeat.

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Photography is more than a mere capturing of a picture, it is more than light against shadow, colour and contrast and the harmony of composition.

There is an intimacy in a photograph that transcends words.

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Ben,

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Florin Lane.