Years ago, when I was young and easily impressionable... I opened my father's draw and found an Olympus camera. I remember holding it in my hands... winding the camera... pretending I was taking photos. And who knows... perhaps I was. I had no clue what made it "click". I was young enough not to know what film was, or how it worked.
There was a weight to that camera. And that feel of leather and metal. And ohhh those mysterious buttons. I played with them all, I assure you. And from time to time, I would sneak into that drawer and take out that camera; and just hold it in my hands... The mysterious object that took photos...
It's been a long time since I was that young... but I never forgot that camera. So when I hold a camera in my hands now I can still revert, back to that child... I can still wonder sometimes, how that magic little object works. The difference is I know what the buttons are.
For years I've heard photographers say, "... I catch the light..." And for many years, I thought, "I catch the moment." Which is true. For most it's light. But I believe for some its the moment. In this particular example... I'll leave what I did as a mystery. I hope you enjoy it.