Taking photos is the one thing that allows me to be in the moment. It's physically impossible to not be one hundred percent engrossed with what's going on when the scene is being framed, the angle considered, the shot taken.
Click!...(Aaah.)
For a moment, I'm in another place. (There will be evidence of my journey.)
I love the re-visitation of my picture-taking time as I sit and crop, organize and edit -- knowing that I need to take lots and lots of pictures just to get a few good ones. Maybe just one. Maybe none. And even that is okay.
The youngest child knows pictures are so much easier than words; there are many, many spaces between words. Spaces in which too much is considered -- spaces in which the mind races ahead and back, circling like my frenzied spaniel just before I fill his dinner bowl.
My poems were vast, all spaces.
My photos are close-cropped, all now.
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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