Project 365 d-121

     The sky was gentle today and full of downy white clouds. They floated aimlessly, set against a powder blue sky on a mission to go where God directed them. With nobody home; I set out with my camera late in the evening to try and make some magic with light and my camera. It seems that I never have time to go far and at times I worry that it limits what I am trying to accomplish here. Still, my faith grows as each day passes and my memory card is filled back up with new life and another successful capture. Will I be able to keep going? What if tomorrow you cannot find anything? Shouldn't you just stop now and be glad that you have captured some amazing images? These are the things that go through my mind daily, and it chokes out the momentum and positive aspects of what's been achieved thus far. Perhaps, my worrying and wondering will always be a part of who I am as a photographer. Maybe this helps me stay in the journey, and tethers my feet from splashing ashore to an imagined destination that looks like an achieved goal. I suspect I need this nagging voice to keep me going, so that I stay in the process of learning, searching, and growing as an artist. As a man too.

     My usual music was playing, but it was nothing more than white-noise today as I wondered where I should go. It would not be a stretch to say that I am drawn to water, and I think many of my captures show this. It was with this in mind that I headed toward the water. Toward this liquid mirror that abstracts, and serves as a blessed portal into other worlds. Each time I see it, whether it be a puddle, or a large body; I am looking for messages. Looking for glimpses of a different reality that I'm sure will benefit all those who see it. Driving down a long steep road toward the lake in a State park; I could feel it waiting for me there. Waiting to show me something special, a gentle story spread graciously across its body like pages from a faithful book. Gathering my camera, I walked slowly down to the waters edge and made eye contact with my friend. It rolled and unfurled its magical limbs across my field of view as if trying to embrace me. A million different explosions of light and dancing shadows worked their way across its fluid surface. The fading crystal blue sky sprinkled itself randomly amongst the actors on the page and danced where it found room. Walking out on a long dock; I just watched it as the gnats buzzed anxiously around my face. Raising my camera to my eye and scanning back and fourth while repeatedly firing the shutter. It is at times like these that those doubting,  clanging voices get locked away behind a door of confidence, and today's photo is all that matters.

     Walking back off the dock, it felt as I had just seen an old friend and my heart was full. It's only water, but it seems to have a life of it's own. It is safe to say that as the day's of this project roll on; I will keep coming back to this subject for many reunions. It has my respect, and I am glad for the things it has shown me. For the things it has trusted me with. Driving home I no longer heard the white-noise, but heard the music. The music coming from my speakers and the music coming from a full soul.

Happy Shooting.