In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
Many people think photography isn’t an art. After all, anyone can take a picture, right? Well, they’re right about the picture. It is, however, much more difficult to capture a person’s soul, a moment’s feel. That, my friends, is the true art of photography.
Having spent a rather busy weekend, I took many many pictures. However, I think that the most appropriate picture to post was taken by me last Thursday. This was the day my cousin’s daughter (my niece?) was born and my God is she beautiful. We had the chance to see her for the first time just as she was being wheeled over to the newborn’s area and I couldn’t waste the opportunity of taking her first picture.
It’s almost as if she’s trying to wave. She’s struggling to open her eyes, she hasn’t even been properly cleaned and yet… she is still the most beautiful little girl.
You see, whereas her two older siblings took to their father’s side, this little one took from our’s. Her skin is a little lighter, her hair is darker and, most importantly, her eyes are like ours. My mother’s family (on her father’s side) is Chinese. They migrated to our country in the turn of the 20th century and stayed ever since. All of us in the family take immense pride in our Chinese roots and some us were even lucky enough to inherit the almond shaped eyes and the china doll hair.
None of the great-grandkids, however, had inherited any “Chin” (my mother’s family name) until this little angel came along. When we first saw her we beamed with pride. Don’t get me wrong, I love all my other nieces and nephews to death but it means so much to have our wonderful Chinese legacy carried on throughout the generations.
As I admired her and took this picture I only saw my grandfather proudly watching this scene from above. He unfortunately passed away a couple of years ago but I am sure he was right there, meeting his great granddaughter and I could almost hear him saying “This one’s a Chin, no doubt about it”.
My eyes watered as these thoughts ran through my mind and somewhere along the way I managed to snap this picture. This is her introduction to the world. That, my friends, is her first wave, her first look into the world and her first triumph all rolled into one. Why her first triumph? Because she made it, because she’s a fighter and, most importantly, she made us fall in love with her at first glimpse.