I never planned this. I don’t know who they are, I didn’t tell them to look at me, to pose, to do anything. I saw them by the stairs, tilted my flash high towards the wall on my left and when they turned around, I pressed the shutter and moved on. Part of the job, chronicling an evening, capturing the tone of an event.

And yet, this for me embodies the magic of photography. Moments that would otherwise drown in a long string of endless anonymous moments, pulled away and dissected, frozen into an object we can stop to admire, to either hold or dismiss. Even now, in this age of ubiquitous cameras and all seeing eyes, the intensity of it sometimes overwhelms me.

We live our lives at a billion miles an hour. We look away for a second and our kids are five years older. When I sit back and think about it, I can’t help but be somewhat humbled by these opportunities I get to stop Time in its track.

As photographers we make the invisible visible, we reveal beauty in the interstices.

We should thank our lucky stars.