What Happens in a Second
As I bring my hand towards my face, I can feel the cold black plastic against my skin. It's refreshing but warm and familiar. I close one eye and stare.
It's dim now as I stare, but that's part of the familiar appeal. I grip tighter as I focus my gaze. Through the glass, my world is very different. I move my body ever so slightly to accommodate the unforgiving fixed glass.
My hand is tightened but my forefinger remains calm and ready. Beams of sunshine meet my eye. I move my finger down and apply pressure until the world around me goes black. When I release, all the colors return yet the slate is wiped clean.
And then, in another second, I take my next photograph.