One day I went wandering by the river because I felt a little lost. I thought I might find focus on the leaves fallen in the water but the sun was at such an angle that I could not get the right shot. I kept wandering by the river, in hope, still focusing my camera on the leaves.
A leaf or two I did find but they were not exactly what I sought and so I continued my journey by the river, in hope, seeking something, though I knew not exactly what.
I grew cold and frustrated. There I stood on the banks of the Charles River knowing I had to give up. As I paused, undecided of my direction, my eyes rested on the waters — you see, the sun was so low it was hard for me to look up.
Waters lapped upon the shore, cascaded over the rocks and swirled small broken branches about. A lovely sight especially when I realized in the water the blinding light was subdued. It was a delight.
No doubt there was beauty behind me and there would be beauty before me but on this particular journey I found the beauty right in front of me. And that’s what I chose to photograph.
