That’s what I’m getting. Snapshots of people, and their lives, and just a little glimpse of who they are, or at least who they are at that moment.  It’s a privilege, but…

You know when you have one photo of someone and you get to know it so well that when you see a photo from another angle or in a different light, it doesn’t look like them at all. Then trying to match up those contrasting images and fill in the gaps and get a sense of the bigger picture is quite a task.

Or just not even seeing another photo, and sitting with the knowledge that there’s a bigger picture you’ll never get to discover.

This happens so often in real life and we don’t even realise it.  We momentarily cross paths, hardly notice as we make our marks on other people’s lives, and then move on.  Kinda sad, in a way.

These snapshots, and these meandering thoughts about snapshots, are taking up quite a lot of my head space at the moment.