Wow, it came out better than I could have imagined. The shot, the one that lasts only a second. Only one chance to get it. The reason I took all those bad pictures for years in the hopes that I would be ready for my chance at one perfect shot. Validation for my years of telling the world I am a photographer without having the proof. Now I have it, I’ve captured it in this tiny black box. The black box dreamcatcher. The sun in the perfect place, no glare, just enough shadow. I wish I could print it out right now, in the middle of Costa Rica. Just so I could physically hold it, know that I have it, that cann’t escape me somehow in the night while I am sleeping. In the back of my mind I still have this fear that I will lose it. Some tiny gremlin lying in wait to steal it. isn’t that what they said about cameras, they will steal your soul. the indians would run in fear that the gremlin would take their sould forever… but the gremlins only steal the soul of the photographer not the photographed.