Remember in Harry Potter how cool I was that photographs in the wizarding world moved? And, in some cases, were interactive? And that it kind of blew us all out of the water, that in 1999 (was it 1997?) someone had even conceived of moving snapshots.
Tonight my husband called me on his way home from work and told me to press and hold a live photo (the post-click world is weird)–any live photo–and watch what happens.
I found a picture I’d sent him yesterday. I put my thumb on it for a few seconds.
Okay. Um. What am I supposed to be seeing?
Hold your thumb there. Are you holding your thumb there?
I’m holding my thumb! Maybe it wasn’t a live photo? I flicked to one I was sure was alive. Nothing is–and then I saw it! Our selfie swirled into a mini film. I held up my phone and could see myself mouthing “ready, set, go” and then a quick pose followed by our laughter as I brought the phone down to review the photo.
It was so candid. Our photo was clearly posed, and not all that well (judging from our smiles I snapped it a moment too soon) but that two second moment? It’s so fleeting and funny and light.
I keep replaying it over and over, wishing it were the moment I could post to instagram.