Which means that I'm missing the moments. Still seeing them (green paint flecked scaffolding against a terminal blue sky, pink light on yellow leaves spattered with brown) but instead of being pressed they're escaping, moments I saw but set free. Feels strangely liberating, like letting water run out of your hands, let it go, let it flow.
Other people are still subdividing their experiences into a series of flat rectangular frames, however, and that still makes me glad. I like to hear about those odd moments when the world spun around an image and you saw a foetus riding a bicycle or a dinosaur over the rainbow? Street photography, everyday_people, or just time.