Magical things happen to me—meeting the same wild owl twice in the middle of Manhattan (what are the chances?) is just an example. My wise roommate Stan usually remarks, "Oh, here is Natalia with another miracle." He also once said, "Either everything is a miracle or nothing is." I believe I never really understood his words. Everything is a miracle if you can see. Magical events are kind of beacons that give you a glimpse of what can be seen in full light.
The only time I give my camera to somebody else is when I want an image of me in a particular setting. The resulting pictures are truly thought provoking: "am I really that ugly," "I wish I could look like that," and "it is me." Sure, there is a whole separate issue of personal body image. I am not gonna explore this topic. "It is me" almost never happens. The other two are quite common. There is something in the eye that pulls the trigger of the moment: the kind eye, the irritated eye, the loving eye, the angry eye, the happy eye, the "blind" eye . . . Even if physical setting of the picture is the same the results achieved by two people randomly picked from the surrounding crowd can be strikingly different. My picture-taking journey is a gradual discovery of how little do I see.
Once, I was taking a picture of a pencil in a puddle and a couple approached me to photograph them. The guy said, "I hope you would take a good picture of us since you are that immersed in capturing a found object in the street." I still wonder what they think of that picture.
is a poet, scholar and artist residing in New York. Her book of haiku Simple Gifts (2018) is on the Shortlist of the Touchstone Distinguished Book Awards. Natalia is a member of The Photo Group in New York. Her photography won several international contests.