Beauty in Banality

A cyclist passes, a car speeds quietly by, a light spikes out into the gathering dusk and a photographer thinks a puddle of dirty water in the gutter is worthy of his attention...

Capturing movement in a still image is somewhat of a paradox, isn't it? How many clues tell us that things were moving at the time this shot was taken? The blurred bicycle and car of course. But also the darkening sky tells us of the passing of the day, and the puddle reflects echoes of an earlier shower. And the very fact that the millisecond after I pressed the shutter release this picture was history. The past. Gone. Never to be repeated. That moment, like all others, an infinitesimally small slice of life, a person, a bike, a car, a puddle, a light, a photographer, an idea and a click.