As we dragged poor Michael around the cute little shops in the Dahlonega town square, we kept calling out to each other, “Hey, look at this!”. There was so much to see, and so many cute little crafts and gifts everywhere. All my photowalks are training me well to be ready with the camera, and to keep my eyes open for the good stuff the I might not normally pay attention to.
Photography has always been something I wanted to do, and now that I’m really focusing on it I’m learning to look around me in ways I never used to do before. As a way of life I’m always trying to live “in the moment”, but don’t always succeed. Duh. Actually I kind of suck at that part. I’m way too impatient for future things to even realize where I am half the time.
So I practice, and I try, and I have little reminders around me to slow down and smell the flowers. My camera has helped me do that. When I have my camera and I’m actively using my eye balls to look for “the shot” it is nearly impossible to keep the calendar and the clock in the front of my mind. It’s a welcome relief to the difficulty of waiting for all those things I’m always waiting for. I can forget. I can capture a moment. I can stop time.
It feels like getting lost in a game, just playing like we all used to do as kids.
Finding the angle, finding the light, holding my breath for the shutter to click. Smiling and laughing when I know I nailed one.
When the day is done and I put the camera down, that’s when I look at the clock and realize I’ve had a great time and I’m also that much closer to the things I wait for. The watched pot never boils, and the watched clock never moves, but when I’ve taken my eyes away from the clock and lost myself, the clock jumps forward much faster and I’ve also done something I love doing during the jump.