In my office, this picture hangs on my wall. It's an image that I turn to on a daily basis.
In the midst of rising chaos and tension, a little boy calmly awaits his turn. His eyes did not blink. His hand never extended beyond his reach. And like a metaphor out of the pages of our favorite novel, he did not speak a single word--yet his facial expression spoke to me in a language full of hope and pride, dignity and patience. I saw in him the type of person I wanted to become.
Finding meaning and metaphor in images is the job of a photographer. It's one that, no matter how much I practice, is simply never perfected. And for that, I'm grateful.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!