One of the most wonderful things about being actively involved in the photographic community is the idea of sharing. Not just sharing each other’s work, but everything else. Ideas and tips, creatively and technically, flow constantly. There’s a wealth of information out there. In fact, it can be overwhelming. It’s far too easy to be distracted by the opinions of another photographer. But when all else fails, one thing still remains… the photograph itself. And all that verbal and written noise disappears in an instant when a friend or colleague shares the work of someone else with you. The work of someone outside the circle shared by both of you. It’s kind of special, this idea… that your friend thinks enough of a particular photographer to share their work with you. When there’s nothing for them to gain by doing so. When they’re that blown away that they think you just might be, too. It’s simple, yes. It’s naive and romantic. But it’s how like-minded folks spread the gospel. Word of mouth that’s backed up instantly by an image. And this minor miracle, this phenomenon, happens every day. Sometimes it makes you stop dead in your tracks and makes you almost weep in awe. That recently happened to me when a friend of mine shared an article on the superb photographer, Fan Ho.