But if I told you I captured the seemingly unassuming photo above at the very exact moment when my nephew’s hand collided with mine, after which, in a split-second, he retracted his hand, then the whole experience — the sound the impact made, the weight of his hand, the softness of it, how he grunted — despite what the image conveys, is ephemeral, vanishing like a thunderclap.
Yet all of it — and I say with arrant certitude: every last detail — nevertheless, finds an accessible shelter under the roof of memories.
You must know; I asked my nephew to give me five.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Evanescent
The photo was taken with Darkr and edited in Snapseed.