Imagine a bustling hair salon on an early Friday morning filled with excited chatter by a bride and her bridesmaids. Among them is a mother who will be giving away her daughter, the last one, later on that day. I love the pure emotion behind this photo of my mom hugging my sister the morning of her wedding, right after she got her hair done. It brings tears to my eyes because I was there for this beautiful moment. And others may not have noticed or cared, but I could see all the love each shared for the other, from the day my sister was born to now, poured into this warm simple embrace. This is a moment that may not have been remembered if it were not for this photo. A fleeting moment, and yet an immeasurable treasure.
My view of photojournalism (and please note this is "my" definition -- what it means to me) is capturing a moment, unplanned, and most likely forgotten had it not been captured forever by freezing it in time with a photo. I also feel like it is a glimpse into someone else's world, a glimpse that others most likely miss as they're passing by, but if you take a minute and give more than a glance you'll see something life changing. This photo doesn't show my mom's or sister's face, and I truly wish I had one of the front and back, but it also leaves a little mystery for the viewer to write the rest of the story.
Don't forget to go check out all the other amazing entries here.