As another summer quickly passes; as I prepare my son (and myself) for his last year of middle school; as my best friend begins the rewarding, though albeit painful, process of sending her oldest off to college for the first time; and as just the slightest hints of fall begin to find their way into the overhead canopy, I find myself indulging just a little more in each moment. I’m not irritated by the humid stickiness of hot afternoons. I allow it to surround me and embrace the warmth that I know will eventually give way to bitter cold. Instead of focusing on all the ways I could possibly die while riding on the back of a Harley, I close my eyes and enjoy and the wind whipping by and the change of the light and dark shadows behind my eyelids as we fly by open fields and clusters of trees. A rare afternoon spent with my daughter is no longer a time spent wishing I had more time like this, but rather just appreciating that she spends time with me.
I have a tendency to want to rush through parts of life and I sometimes allow that to leak into my photography. I want to be able to capture the shot the first time and I get annoyed when it takes me too long. Today I gave myself permission to just take the picture as many times as I wanted or needed. Today I allowed myself time to think, to adjust, to just breathe.
When I let it, photography is like being transported by a good book to another world. A world of vivid color, interesting lines, shadows and textures. It’s a place that is all mine, where I can push the bounds of my imagination and not be hindered by inhibitions. It shuts off the voice in my head that tells me I don’t know what I’m doing and that I’m not good enough. It’s not about being good enough and knowing everything. It’s simply about what I see and how I see it and why it matters to me. It’s about expressing my vision of the world around me and while the world may seem rather ugly if you watch the news, there really is a lot of beauty left to be seen.