relationships

voltaire is a fascinating character in french lit.  i have read his stuff and i love his wit and charm.  while i was digging around for a photo from this summer to post on this website, i noticed this one from the louvre.  obviously t took it since it is digital and as we all know, i am not to touch the sacred digital camera.  i promise he shares, but it is his baby when he is in a photo taking mood.

i personally am not a photo taker.  i find myself thinking thoughts, "totally a kodak moment."  even if the camera is in my hands, focused, finger on the button, for whatever reason, my instinct is to think about the moment and not capture it for all eternity-- or at least until this technology becomes obsolete.  why is that?  is it because i am the baby, and we all know the baby in the family gets screwed when it comes to photos.

what i like about this photo is this: that expression he has, that feeling he is showing right now, captured for all eternity as a statue to be recaptured on digital-thingamabob-ness, that content smile with a touch of curiosity behind the eyes, with a splash of fatigue in the brow, that is a feeling i understand.  i relate to voltaire.