The word “photography” was created from the Greek roots φωτός (phōtós), genitive of φῶς (phōs), “light” and γραφή (graphé) “representation by means of lines” or “drawing”, together meaning “drawing with light”.

I go to Chile, take a wide shot of the beach, look at the result, and see a vivid yet lifeless image. It’s just frozen and imbuing colors and light. Only my eyes and brain find it appealing, but my heart is beating the same rhythm and pace – unaffected.

Everywhere I go, I’m “drawing with light”. Only capturing the things that appeals to me. That old-fashioned saying of how photography is about capturing the moment in time when in reality, you’re just freezing the image and given the gift of creative release and manipulation. There’s no life to an image after freezing the frame. It’s just still and no breath. So easy to manipulate and translate it in any language one may prefer. It’s a powerful tool that can be easily taken for granted depending on whose eyes are capturing the moment and wants to freeze it.