I find myself drawn to a person's private moments all my life. My parents would tell me as a young kid, I have a good amount of these moments where it seemed I was in my own little world. Those moments would occur when I'm not being mischievous and getting into trouble and that happened alot. I digress but those early moments, I don't remember but as I growing, I do remember being fascinated when I see someone in their moment. Even to this day I still am. As I take notice, I think about what it is that person is thinking about. Are they worried about something? Has something taken their interest that made them stop being physically active and become more...brain active...imaginative. Wanderlust? Now that I'm more active with my photography, I'll get lucky every now and then and capture these moments as I see them.
A couple of months ago, I went out to the California Poppy Reserve with two of my dear friends and their lovely kids and towards the end of our trip, as we were collecting our things and heading back to the car, I find their son having his own personal moment. Now, I've taken a good amount of these kinds of photos and moments but rarely do I get to see and capture a kid's personal moment and these photos are particularly special for me because they remind me of how I was told I was and because I don't remember them. In a way, I get a glimpse at how I probably was as a kid in that moment. That said, recognizing and shooting this moment brought a great deal of warmth within me.
For whatever reason, this poppy garnered the attention of this kid and I can't begin to think what exactly was going on in his head. I'm sure it was something very imaginative and magical...