The art of bieng there, or argument thereof

Street photography always seems to be this wonderful loss of everything but the moment. When things are right, and they usually are, thoughts go quiet, effort goes lite, and several miles later, there’s a memory card with more photos on it. And looking at them for the first time is almost like discovering them for the first time, as if you weren’t there. In some photography groups on the various social media platforms, there are a LOT of critics who demand to know what F Stop, lens, aperture, (insert droning language). It is a fortunate instance where what breakfast was is remembered, in my case, much less, actual location, date, what was happening at the moment, names if mentioned, ect, ect, ect.   

Might have been at a 7-11

In truth, I am both jealous and empathetic of people who can remember all those details. It’s a struggle sometimes, because some shots are missed.  Missed in a way that is painful.  And they’re moments that will just never present themselves.  Ever, again.  And you want to not miss a shot, because it is, literally history.  Not history like the news, or a documentary, but, a history of me and what I saw. But, if I focus too hard on the details and knowing and remembering.. it would seem that I would lose the peace of the moment.  Is memory more important than peace?