The Creative Act



The creative act lasts but a brief moment,
a lightning instant of give-and-take,


just long enough for you
to level the camera and


to trap the fleeting prey
in your little box. 

~Henri Cartier Bresson

Comments

beth said…
who is that man taking your photo ?
April 11, 2011 at 6:22 PM
A Bit of the Blarney said…
Beautiful pictures! Lovely poem! Well done! Cathy
April 11, 2011 at 6:53 PM
ellen abbott said…
that second photo is beautiful.
April 11, 2011 at 7:08 PM
Anonymous said…
bresson is one of my favorites. thx for sharing, meri.
April 12, 2011 at 12:02 AM
foxysue said…
Blooming lovely, well captured with your little box trap!

Sue x
April 12, 2011 at 3:01 AM
rebecca said…
thank you meri...
just the vision my heart was longing for.
April 12, 2011 at 8:05 AM
Margaret Pangert said…
Those flower macros are breathtaking, Meri! And were those Buddhist monks sightseeing? xxox
April 12, 2011 at 7:07 PM
Eryl said…
Wonderful blooms. Levelling the camera takes me an age, but then my photos aren't what one would call creative, yet.
April 13, 2011 at 2:12 AM
Sandy K. said…
I love these shots - and am aching for spring and adventure. My creative juices are running, but no place to go!

Thank you for participating in my "transportation" competition prep - your package will be in the mail next week! Enjoy!
April 13, 2011 at 9:01 AM
deb did it said…
this is fantastic....I love that tiny instant precious little moment
April 13, 2011 at 2:34 PM
Relyn Lawson said…
Oh that ranunculus!!!
April 16, 2011 at 4:54 AM
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