This is my first fanfic writing--it can be read as Mark's outlook on using a camera, though i wrote it more as my outlook on photography. Please review and suggestions are much appreciated :)
The shutter clicks---and I smile. Yet another moment has been frozen in history. Perfect. Poised and graceful. A still image that is sweet as early morning dew sliding off of a rose petal, as crisp as the mountain air, and as sharp as the early morning sun. A ball of fire, burning that single image into a visible memory. It bares the naked soul, every emotion is witnessed. Every tear, every grin. Every dark shadow hidden behind a pair of eyes. That at first glance isn't obvious, but then appears out of nowhere, the pain visible like salt being poured into an open wound. Every sly wink, and every girlish giggle. Every shy smile, and every lover's eye. And every imperfection, that makes the image even more beautiful to the sacred witness.
Every grandmother's hands. Gnarled and twisted with age, but warm to touch, and safe to hold. Every grandfather's eyes, twinkling with mischief, eager to entertain, even though by the stills you can tell he is crippling with sickness. Every mother's strength, in learning that her children no longer need her, and every father's hope, hope for his children to have an easier life that he has had. Every sister's responsibility, acting like she is the older mature one, when really you should be. Every brother's personality, the joker who will make you laugh until your sides scream with pain, but the protector who will try to save you from uncomfortable situations. And every friends companionship, the guiding light that will be there for you when you've broken your heart, you won the championship, or you want to sit on the porch in complete silence, just listening to each other breathe, enjoying being alive.
These people. . . these emotions. . . these souls I speak of, they will not die. They will live forever, eternally shown in simple photographs. Beauty has never been in "the eye of the beholder," it has been in everything we see, in everything we do. Some need a magnifying glass to see this, while others can just look at something and see it for what it is. Pictures are not just a flimsy piece of paper, they are a memory, a relationship, a joke. Photos are life at a standstill, and life---is art.