The whole reason I became fascinated with photography as a kid was it gave me the ability to freeze time; to capture that fraction of a second forever. Whether I was using my Polaroid one-step, a 110 or my SLR I felt I was beating time as long as I had these “frozen moments”. This concept has become more prevalent now that my children seem to grow at blinding speeds and my parents age.
If you’ve ever been around me for an extended period of time you know it’s not uncommon for me to start snapping candids of the people I’m with. This past labor day weekend we were celebrating at my Uncle (and Godfather)’s house. When I made the exposure below, no one knew that 24 hours later he would have an accident on his motorcycle. He is okay; I suppose as okay as you can be after dumping a heavy bike on a rural road. My Uncle luckily only suffered 5 broken ribs and a punctured lung. With those injuries, he still managed to pick up his Harley Davidson Ultra Classic (a big bike) and ride it home.
I sent a copy of the picture below with a note that said something along the lines of how I was thrilled that this was not the last photo I ever made of him.
I’m sure glad I stole the moment. 
Below: My Uncle Jerry and his brand new Grandson Kevin.
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