“The magic is not in the analyzing or the understanding. The magic lives in the wonder of what we do not know.”
― Rick Rubin, The Creative Act: A Way of Being
I stand in the middle of a field of dead, brown grass along a county road and wonder what those who pass me by must be thinking. They might think I lost something, until they see the camera in my hand. I stand and watch the slight breeze move the blades of the tall grass. I watch the birds who are sitting now in a dead tree beside the field, as I have interrupt their search for seeds. They scold me, and I apologize, as I am on their turf.
I take my time, play around with the settings on my camera, try different angles, and try not to overthink things too much. I allow my intuition to lead me, for I am not sure what I am after. I am pleased when I upload the camera card to my computer. Not because the images are perfect or stunning by any means, but because they make me feel once more the slight breeze on my face, and hear the birds that sang in the tree . . .
causing me to suddenly to feel alive.