Just looked at (in my copious spare time) the gallery of
found photographs. (Thanks,
Jim!)
This reminded me of a memorable sight I saw some years ago. It was an
afternoon, either in autumn or spring, and I was in the Melbourne city square
(this was before they knocked it down and put up a hotel or whatever).
Back then, they had these shallow rectangular stone pools of water.
At the bottom of one pool was a black-and-white passport photograph of
two girls making faces at the camera. The water rippled over this image,
reflecting the sunlight and the leaves/branches of a tree above the pool.
This scene, the photograph, the water, the tree, seemed like a perfect moment,
embodying some kind of deeper cosmic harmony or symmetry,
and I wished I had a camera on hand to record it.
The photograph, the pool and the tree no longer exist anymore; though I guess
that is the nature of perfect moments...