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About me
I love music..
Even though I'm not much of
a dancer. I just live out my life without the joys of
dancing, I do little more than tap my feet to the music I
love.
Living and dancing..
Are they really that different? I mean what is living,
but one big ball; where you get to dress up however you want
and dance as if no one's watching, completely oblivious of
things like opinion and prejudice. Where you get to mingle
with the likes of princes and paupers alike.
Where you meet new friends and socialize. Where you are
either the life of the party, or the quiet type that fails
to mingle, and can never get the dance moves right. But at
this party, everyone has one thing in common; everyone is a
dancer, no one stands still, not for one second. One big
orchestra conducting the songs of our lives. This ballroom
acts as the birthplace of classic tracks, trends and fads,
fashion and art. We pay homage to great dancers and we
welcome new ones with applause and fanfare.
On the dance floor sometimes you dance fast, where no one
can keep up. Sometimes slow, and everyone follows your lead.
Sometimes crazy, kicking your feet, and throwing your hips,
some people shy away from that, while others move to your
groove.
Sometimes you dance alone, doing your thing, the ever
elusive lone wolf. Sometimes with a partner, sometimes
they're good dancers, others , your toes will let you know
otherwise. Sometimes you trip, and lose your balance. At
times you might even fall, but then again you always get up,
without missing a step. Sometimes the spotlight doesn't
shine so bright as it usually does on your persona. But you
never, ever, stop dancing. Stopping only to smile at envious
faces, the not so proud owners of two left feet, oblivious
to the fact of course, that, they too shall have their
moment to shine.
It's a great party, and everyone is attending. The kind
of party you always hope you would attend in your lifetime,
but never stop to realize that you made your grand entrance
kicking and screaming, and you never really broke the habit.
You are both alive and always the life of the party.
But who's going to capture these moments? Who's going to
be an alibi to this wondrous occasion, where all eyes are on
you, and you never looked better.
I guess it all boils down to me again; I do.
I steal these precious moments and store them away, if
only as evidence that once, you were a star, that you
attended this party, and that if only for one dance, you
were the life of the party. You were under that spotlight
and all eyes were on you. You had that glow about you, that
radiance, one deserving of a standing ovation. One that we
can not allow ourselves to forget.
Life, much like this ball, is constantly fleeting it
waits for no one. It's easy to miss these special moments in
this grand occasion, on this vast arena. And we are but
people, absent minded and quick to forget.
Thieves like me, guilty of stealing these moments; we
keep the evidence, we are the curator of memories, we hold
them for safe keeping, exposing them when needed. Sometimes
to the world, others, only to the right pair of eyes.
I'm Robert Volkerts, and I'm a photographer.
"May I have this dance?"
PS
I would like to thank my parents for any and all creativity
and talent I may possess, and I would like to dedicate the
fruits thereof to them. I love you guys very much, and I am
proud to be your son.
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