I put my eye to the viewfinder

Waiting while the world narrows and limits itself to what I can see in the viewfinder, the sounds of people dancing around us for money are reduced to a low hum, the feeling of people walking around me is ignored as I concentrate ever more closely, the world becomes a square, only the motif and the movement behind it.

Smaller and smaller, longer and longer, until all I saw was the right moment, the right frame, until all I saw was the shot I wanted to take.

And here it is.

 

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