One particular image struck me last night or this morning, I can’t remember which, but it depicts the entire act of making a photograph from the happening in front of the camera, following the image through the lens, bouncing off the mirror up to the prism, back through the view finder, into the eye of the photographer, through the dilated pupil, hitting the retna, rods and cones, along the optic nerve to the brain, neurons fire, ah ha moment! more neurons fire, muscles and tendons controlling the right index finger contract and release, there are no left handed cameras to my knowledge, and squeeze, click, bang, wow, the shutter opens, the aperture spins, the light enters, through the lenses, concave, convex, concave, bending, shrinking, focussing, hitting the sensitive material, we cannot yet assume it’s a digital camera, nor does it matter in this case, the shutter closes, everything goes dark again and a photograph is conceived! it’s exhausting, and to think it only took a few fractions of a second.