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The power of a picture

Whenever I take a photo, or watch others snapping away, I think of a couple I met at a dear friend’s wedding in Uganda. They quietly pulled me aside when the ceremony had ended and asked me, in the most polite way, if I could take their picture and perhaps print it out and give it to my friend so it could hopefully make its way back to them. This was, they explained, the only way for them to possibly hold something so precious. A photo. One photo. We snap thousands today in this digital age, discard all the ones that are not “perfect,”  ones in which we don’t look our best, where we look tired, or God-forbid, fat. This is one of the things I miss most about Uganda. How having one simple photograph can mean so much to someone. How something so small can have such weight. Here they are and yes, I made sure they got it.

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