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  • Searching for “that moment,” for faces, for a twinkle in someone’s eye, for that minute sliver of time that would make a viewer’s heart throb. I was met with honest expressions, gracious smiles, looks of sincere pain, faces asking me for help, but mostly hope.

    The most difficult thing about making the decision to shoot honest footage is that the camera must always remain on. To capture that image, I must stay comfortable with discomfort until the moment is over. Knowing when the moment is over is tough. When the moment has found itself, my gut tells me.

    Those moments came a few times, but that moment only came once. Her stare pierced through my camera and went straight to my heart, as if my heart was a piece of metal stuck in an electrical storm. I physically could not shut the camera off. I needed to keep rolling. She was sharing one thousand stories by simply staring into the glass. That transfer of energy felt electric, and has stayed with me.

    No words were exchanged but the transcendent nature of human connection was proven.

    There are some rare moments that burrow into your physical and mental being, never truly leaving and never actually ending. This is an emotional placeholder. I can still feel it and I continue to draw upon it’s energy. These unquantifiable pieces of truth appear when you stop looking for them and this one grows with me.

    As I rode away on the bumpy dirt road to the airport, I didn't quite understand what I had just captured. It was the result of ending my search. When I stopped looking, I found what I had set out for. I sensed something powerful but It wasn't until I experienced another one of these rare nuggets that I truly understood the place of this one in my life.

    Deye mon, gen mon. (Beyond the mountains, more mountains).
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