Husband got me the book 52 Projects for Christmas. I've been browsing it as I have time, and one passage recently jumped up and smacked me in the face ...

In the movie Smoke, the shopkeeper (Harvey Keitel) of the smoke shop takes a picture of the street scene from the doorway of his shop every day at the same time. He's done it for years, and keeps all the photographs in photo albums. He's showing one of the photo albums to a regular customer (William Hurt), and the customer is just hurriedly looking through the album. The shopkeeper tells him to slow down, that he's missing the point. The customer then starts to look at the photos more carefully and finds one in which his wife, who is now dead, is captured simply walking down the street.

Goes to show how no photo, however seemingly mundane, seemingly trivial, really is insignificant. It's so much about what the viewer brings to the table.