While relaxing outside on a deck in the sunshine yesterday, I began looking around at the sunlight and shadows a few feet from where I was sitting and began noticing some textures and patterns that I felt might make make for some interesting photos out of an otherwise mundane scene. That is what I love about photography. There is often something right before you worth shooting if you look for it.
Often when taking a picture, it is merely to capture the image of a subject I find interesting. The image visually captures that moment, often in a fraction of a second. What I don’t know exactly at the time, and only discover later is how I captured a piece of history as it was and will never be seen again. The level of importance of that image and it’s historical significance varies and is subjective, but what I find fascinating is how the visual image of that moment in time stays exactly the same, and yet how it is perceived can change greatly as the history surrounding it evolves.
