Looking forward, Looking back
Ben's mom is in the background. It's hot outside but our car is parked in the shade with the windows open. We went home after this and Ben and I sat on the floor of the living room with the ceiling fans twirling overhead and the air conditioning pumping out cool, clean tasting air.
I remember exactly how I shot this. Almost as if the exif info was embedded in my brain: Leica R8 camera. 50mm Summilux as close to wide open as I could get it. And I can see the film in my scanner: Kodachrome 64. The camera doesn't matter. Only the presence of mind to shoot while the expression presented itself.
Isn't this one of the rewards of photography? To be able to look backward as the whole world moves forward?