Sentiment, sentiment, sentiment, sentiment. Pressing the shutter release is like holding your breath for a second. But not to the point of killing yourself, thank you. It’s just a state of suspended emotion. I just stop breathing during that moment. And when I see the images, I come back to life. It’s like rising from the dead. But it’s also fireworks. Disappearing in a flash, like fireworks. A love of fireworks is equally sentimental.