late night

I was about to go to bed. Those times where you are very comfortable. I didn't want to turn on my computer. I wanted to drift into sleep. Happy. Warm. I looked at the footage I've shot over the years today with a friend. Christmas time it seems very fitting. And the thought I didn't want to let go. The thought about why I do what I do. I document life. What I do is save pieces of life. It is based in the medium of what I am interested in. Half asleep. Ending sentences in prepositions. Fuck! This is what I do. I shoot and save these things. I shoot and maybe only save on facial expression. 10 hours and 3 seconds seem important to me. I see a moment. It's different than a photo. It's not an interview. Nothing is being said. I look for a moment being lived. It's not sugar-coated. It's a real fucking moment. I can look back and see what it meant to me. They can look back and see what it meant to them if there is a human subject involved. I am keeping these things for me. I store them up and reflect. It is a moment of my life where I see something in someone. Or when I see something of beauty. This is the way I see my world. This is how I shape it. This is what choose after so much scrutiny to put into some form that will sustain. I can look back and see a short glimpse of someone's life that hold a great deal of meaning to me. I knew in that moment that I wanted to keep that memory. That is why I do what I do.