Maybe it’s like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it; everything fades away: your worries, your problems, your thoughts. They fade into the smoke, and the cigar and you are at peace.
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.
In a way I liked it. I was reminded of a scene from Daido Moriyama’s documentary. Diary of a Stray Dog. He was walking through a part of Tokyo that looked seemingly deserted. He seemed at home there. He photographed what he saw. Everything’s art, everything’s a memory.
In a lifetime, a father can provide a son with many things: a home, food, support, advice and opportunity are just a few of them, but the gift of a Leica might just be one of the most important.
Photos are not only the images you consciously take . . . once you recognize them as photos, these are photos.
Daido Moriyama “Stray Dog of Tokyo”