Still photograph. It is a meditative moment frozen. It is mind-free. It
catches your face in its two warm, tender, invisible hands and makes you look ‘there’,
pointing its subtle finger at the beauty you would have missed. It makes you see.
Really.
It stills racing thoughts and makes you alive through
what your eyes can touch. In that sense to see is to be transformed. When you
are moving or it is moving you can miss it, but not when it has been stilled
and distilled into a frame. Then you see. You see the mist enveloping the
stark, leaf-less tree. You see the half shut, dreamy eyes sunk in wrinkled
folds of an aged face. You see the glowing smile as it gazed upon freshly
bloomed flowers. You see the smoke arising from the flame as she cooks on the
earthen stove. The pigeon’s beak becomes an object of art appreciation. You can't miss it.
A still picture is an opportunity for transformation.
Frozen frames of ordinary life become beautiful, because now you notice. A
space is reached in you which is beyond the conditioned mind that has ready ‘notions’
of beauty. Beauty is what you notice in ‘mind-less’ moments.
