October 19, 2010
The countdown starts, the descision is made, the electricity surges, it zips along, accross the synapse, just a bit further, signals a muscle, the muscle contracts, the people smile, the finger pushes, the button depresses, the shutter clicks, a moment is captured, forever. A photo captures a moment, forever. A laugh, a grin, an expression, a person. A memory, a year (or 5). A good time, the good times. To keep forever and look at again and again and remember all those moments and laughs and grins and expressions and people. And memories and years. And the bloody good times.