I’m sure my mother would be appalled at how dusty I allow my windows to remain. Yet occasionally when I glimpse the morning, afternoon or evening light striking the chalky surfaces, what I see is a strange beauty.
And when such a sighting occurs … which is probably far too often … I try to capture something of what I see. I move fast and don’t think about camera settings, and so sometimes my camera is unfocused.
Or I purposefully try to zoom in ways that I know my little camera really can’t do but I do it anyway because I suspect I might see something really cool on the camera display. And I do.
What I see on the camera display will sometimes … not always, but sometimes … make me smile or make me wonder. No specific words will come to mind, just a sensibility that can sometimes be hard to explain. Those feelings are all the motivation I need to keep shooting for just a bit longer.