There are times when my camera is tucked safely in my bag, ready to grab when the moment strikes me. As I move through the day, I am able to document and capture the beauty or mood of a scene.
And then there are times when, for whatever reason, I leave my camera at home. I might have a busy day and my camera is too heavy, too cumbersome, to carry around. Of course, I might regret not having it when I see something, or feel something, that I want to photograph. As photographers, we’ve all been there, right?
But there are also times when I have my camera with me, and I choose not to use it. It’s the photo I didn’t take, even though I could.
Sometimes I want to enjoy the moment and be present and not behind a viewfinder.
I didn’t take a photo when I saw my mother cry at her brother’s funeral. Those raw emotions drew me in, but I wanted to respect her privacy.
I didn’t take a photo when my daughter came home excited that she had made the gymnastics team. She had such a sparkle in her eye and her excitement was contagious. I wanted to be there for her in that moment and I listened intently as she told me all about it.
I didn’t take a photo of our last trip to Florida, not knowing it would be our last in a very long time. My husband and I needed that alone time and I wanted to be fully present and rest, not worry about getting the shot. Needless to say, it was a great trip.
I take plenty of photos, and there are none that I regret.
And there are countless other photos I didn’t take, and that’s ok too. I lived those moments. I remember those moments. I don’t need photographic evidence to hold them close to my heart.