missing the moment

four years ago I was walking in Haight & Ashbury with G. and we ran into a very intense scene

I think I told this story to some of u before

we happened to take a picture, which revealed it's entire meaning to us only later, when we watched it on a big screen

at first, when we saw this guy faced down on the street, passed out, holding his phone in his hand... waiting for that never coming phone call, we were shocked by the whole moment and in particular by his tattoo

he had a tattoo on his fingers, which we thought went like "LOVE LIFE"

only later we realized the truth

as it often is in life, only after some time u can really open ur eyes and understand what u saw

the tattoo went actually like

"LOVE LIES"


I usually tell the story about this picture, when people ask me why I take picture and miss the real moment...

taking pictures is not necessarily missing a moment, sometimes without a picture u would miss an experience, as it was in this case

two people commented on this story by saying that my life wouldn't be any different even without realizing the truth about this picture

I wanted to explain to them how wrong they were, in so many different ways...




but then I had to remember

u cannot squeeze oranges and expect to get lemon juice

pictures by 

gijsvanhooijdonk, who once loved photography more than his own life.