When I lock in to take a shot the air around me becomes subtlety still. Although the sounds of the city street can be seemingly distracting, they quickly drown out in a moments notice, but without my notice.
While the world around me freezes in time all I could feel was the cool spring breeze flowing through my braids and suddenly the weight of the camera/lens in my hand became weightless.
In front of me was a simple lightbulb, what was it about this lightbulb that caught my attention and caused my abrupt stop? Most times I never know. Maybe it’s the dim lightness on the edges of the glass or maybe the way it complimented the gleaming sunset behind it. Yet without consciously thinking about it I dial in my settings to match the mood and take aim.
For that split moment before taking the shot I feel truly at peace.
Then, just as quickly as it arrived the feeling retreats as I release the shutter.
The world around me returns to normal.
I look back to study the shot, unimpressed and rarely satisfied, my curiosity and urge to take the next shot increases while I venture on in search of the next.