Our brief meeting is not one of coincidence. Even though the swift dancing feet that frame you insist that we only met by chance. You remind me of how evanescent and precious moments really are. Each time I observe this photograph, I fall in love with the beauty of photography all over again. I am enamored, most especially, with it’s gift of time, and its power to keep, steal, and hold moments, like ours, dear for an eternity.
