As long as I don‘t open the box, Schrodinger‘s Cat is both dead and alive. Reality seems indecisive until our gaze enforces an opinion. 

 

Pressing the camera shutter is like opening the box of Schrodinger‘s Cat. It conserves a fleeting moment for eternity. 

 

And looking at the picture, we forget all the other alternatives of a moment before, a moment after, of a larger, a smaller or a completely different frame.