There are moments in life that are too special to be photographed, that just aren't meant to be.
With its sense of humor, Life has gifted us the unique ability to capture every scene we become apart of on our journeys. What we don't realize is its not the image that we crave to file away in our keepsakes memory box. It's the whimsical sparkle behind the pixels that cant be saved with just one click of a button.
Life is invigorating with its quick pace, but what's fascinating is when its not.
When we play it over it in slow motion.
The sneaky smells slipping away from their creators,
The chattering of traveling souls all strumming their chords to different tunes,
The realization that no amount of eyes would be enough to take in all the detail of a shanty tin home.
These moments of slow awe, lend a peak into human natures soul. For a fleeting moment we remember that we are the same.
The travelers hearts know what it means to feel the surge of "same same" being thrown about in the air
The same, like a glimpse of the Thai Women sitting at her fruit shack late at night.
The same, like the Muslim woman finding treasure in the sea shells on sand.
The same, like the little girl wedged inbetween her mother and father on their moped covering her ears from the too loud to hear chaos.
The same like the prayer bells on top of Phuket's Big Buddha.
All golden, and singing their songs in the wind.
Or chiming when loved by a friend.
Some romantics, dressed up as dreamers and the ones never forgetting.
" You will never be forgotten, and are incredibly loved."
Others honoring their first strongest memories of comfort in love.
" Rest in peace, Mom and Dad".
Some romantics, dressed up as dreamers"
Help me to find love and be happy"
and dont forget to "Always live life in love".
And the filled with hope,
"To my family, who pulls together and stays together"
and
"Please, Give me two babies"
The worried about the world, when life slows down we are the same.
"Jesus for Paris 2015"
On top of Phuket's giant hill sits the towering Big Buddha. Winning the race against the ending day we were lucky to see what the suns last rays had to share. The Prayer bells, chimming in the winds with the hopes of all souls written. I touched everyone of those prayer bells, our energy intermingled. They felt it, and so did I, but at the end my camera flash didnt work. We made it to the top but I missed the shot.
My point is, some scenes aren't meant to be photographed. Some are just to special and I think I liked it that way. 
