Even at my age, I find that I’m often dreaming—not those fantasies about weird or illogical things, but dreaming, nonetheless. My kind of dreaming is just getting wrapped up in the small things around me–the things most people just ignore, deliberately or by default.
When I see a butterfly, I don’t just say “Oooh, pretty” before snapping a photo. I sort of go into his world, and become engrossed in all things butterfly. If I see a simple park bench, I imagine all the people that have sat there, whiling away the hours. If I’m lucky enough to end up in a place with history, not only do I go back in time to envision the life the place once held, but I also become obsessed in researching it when I get back to the “real world.”
This dreaming is one reason I seem to take a LOT of photos of particular subjects–and why I capture subjects that won’t even interest many people. It’s because I’m dreaming–about mushrooms, bugs, rocks…even dirt. It’s just how I operate.
and all of this is why i’ve considered you such a special person in my life, even though i have never really met you.
you treasure all the little beauties, whichever they are, and see them as such precious points of wonder. and believe me, it shows in your photography. you don’t just take a picture of a butterfly….you wait..and wait..and wait…until he exposes his true aim and desire..and that’s when you snap his photo…
i know you don’t really remember you night time dreams all that well, but at least you have your day dreams………….
and all of this is why i’ve considered you such a special person in my life, even though i have never really met you.
you treasure all the little beauties, whichever they are, and see them as such precious points of wonder. and believe me, it shows in your photography. you don’t just take a picture of a butterfly….you wait..and wait..and wait…until he exposes his true aim and desire..and that’s when you snap his photo…
i know you don’t really remember you night time dreams all that well, but at least you have your day dreams………….