The children are fully committed to what they are doing, not yet burdened by the weight of the past and still safe from a future that urges them to grow up. It's the awakening of a consciousness absorbed by the all-powerful present. They are the prefiguration of a future that my eyes will not see. They represent the afterlife of my earthly life. They will live in a world that I have already left. They give me a sense of the infinite. They are eternity. In their eyes I capture the fascinating moment of an infinite, dense present. The essence of life is there. They are the children of Paris.
Hillel Winograd is a photographer. The man is marginal. He stands at the edge of the world, in perpetual search for balance. He never stood in the evidence of speech. It is silently and quietly that he considers reality. He waits for his turn, surrounded by a grace that emanates from him. He gleans the precious moment, the slightest detail where the splendor of life shines through. He says, “Making a photo is like catching the ideal.” He holds to life, and he sticks to it.