“For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.”
― Richard Bach,
Likewise, the photographer, the writer, the artist all live in the moment. Held captive. Possessed by the spark. Nothing else matters or even exists but what you see through the lens for that instant. Then, somehow you have caught it. Captured that vision like a falling star and tucked it into your heart, your imagination where it sets your entire being on fire.
It’s no wonder I have trouble when the real world knocks.
How about you?