Magic Moment

There is a magic moment that occurs, whether in a relationship, sex, playing sports, driving a nice car, participating in an experience, where everything just flows. Something touches you inside, time slows down, everything comes together. And a wide, shit-eating grin crosses your face.

The mundane becomes the sublime.

Addicts chase that feeling every time they indulge, athletes chase that flow whenever they step into their arena.

This morning, while sitting bored in a laundromat, I started taking pictures of the passing scenery out the windows. Anything. People, cars, pigeons, buildings, buses, cracks in the sidewalk.

And I kept taking pictures.

Then I started experimenting with the different modes, and with a flick of a thumbwheel, switched the camera to black and white mode.

And kept taking pictures. Didnt even move from the chair, just snapped, and the camera kept going, and going.

Dude, this was a Leica moment.

Then the muttering started.

"MAN, I *love* this camera. LOVE this. Love this camera. Love it."

Then. It came to me .. Val.

That's the name of this camera. Yeah, word association with St. Valentines Day begat the thread, it being around the corner and all, but.. Val.

Just Val. Not Valerie, Valentine/Valentino, Vladimir. Just Val.

The name just fits.

:)