I encounter a shadow cast in a pleasing way
the outline of something interesting
something beautiful or artfully twisted
cold marble or maybe a thing that breaths
maybe a thing with skin that burns in sunlight
a dancer captured in bronze, or a doe
stretched out, drinking from a cool lake
and I reach for my camera, because
in that moment I am reduced to an algorithm—
compelled to harvest beauty and convert it into bytes
that serve as frail proof I am present in the world.
I very much love photography, and I think that it’s a great hobby that can actually help you experience things in a more vivid way, because it makes you pay attention to things you’d otherwise miss. But sometimes the instinct to capture a moment changes the quality of the moment itself, and it’s good to be able to enjoy things without relying on a camera to tell you you’re having a good time.
“that serve as frail proof I am present in the world”
“maybe a thing with skin that burns in sunlight”