"I have to tell all my friends, my son is famous!"

I've been hearing a lot about Phillip Toledano's Photo Journal covering his ageing father's last years, but I had not seen it untill two days ago. Two days ago, I found the link on the internet and went on the website to have a look.
http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/#/1.
It consisted of a series of amazing photographs and text -both telling about their relationship, his father's personality and life in a story kind of way.

I was so inspired by its honesty and innocence. It was just so touching.

I wanted to express my admiration. So, I emailed Mr Toledano, thinking that there is only a tiny chance of him ever reading it -let alone replying. Yet, he did. 

It might have been one of his assistants, but the voice inside me says it was him.

Maybe it wasn't even a big deal, but my happiness to realise that there are brilliant photographers out there, who aren't too arrogant to be answering admirers, was inexpressible.

And that is how I started looking up to Phillip Toledano.

Naughty Cat

This photograph has been taken by Jaime Ibarra. I came across it when I was searching for inspiration on http://www.deviantart.com/. It said that, whenever the photographer is in the middle of a shoot, the model's pet would come into the picture and just sit there. So this time, he actually captured the cat interrupting the shoot. Yet, it came out to be an interesting photograph.
Even though it is a flat image, I still enjoy the tones, and the blurriness of the background subject just as much as I actually enjoy the form of the cat.
It might have been better in terms of distinguishing between two bodies, if there was not another white coloured item in the image. However, we should remind ourselves that this is not a set-up scene and the photographer was not expecting to have two white coloured objects anyway.

Overall, I just love how sometimes things work itself out in photography and you end up getting something completely different than you plan -caused by coincidences like such.