While walking through the Odenwald (Germany) today, I tried to take a snapshot of a cool looking branch on the ground. As I was bending down to take a closer look, I realized a small mouse was literally frozen to the side of the wood.Because of the below-zero temperatures, I quickly snapped a picture and moved on, without thinking any more about it. Tonight when I was sorting my pictures, this one stood out to me most. It´s funny how no matter how many good pictures I try to take on purpose, the one which (to me) is the most moving, is the image that was pure accident.
I had a similar experience in France once: i was taking a picture from the top of a bus in a major intersection, framing up some pillar or other monument in my lens- and then when I looked back, I realized I had captured the aftermath of a fatal car crash (body bags and all).
Oh no! It’s amazing how snapshots can convey so much of the atmosphere of a place. Miss you girl!