Quite some time ago, a fellow photographer that I look up to challenged me to ask myself a question — Why? Why am I a photographer? Why do I do this, love this? — and to write down my answer. Needless to say, I set that challenge on the back burner. But better late than never, right?
This evening, I was on my way home from a photo session on the beach. It was about 15 minutes to sunset, and this inner-monologue was going through my head:
Care-free/La-De-Da Me: “Why aren’t you staying to watch the sunset?”
Rushing/Busy Me: “Because I have to get home and upload these photos.”
Care-free Me: “But you ADORE the beach. You LOVE sunsets. Pull this car over. Now.”
So I did.
As I stood with my pants rolled up, toes sunk in the sand beneath the water, I beheld something beautiful. Something I haven’t taken the time to watch in a while. Something I used to consider (one of) God’s personal love letters to me. The sunset. And my heart stood still.
^ That ^ inspired this:
Why am I a photographer?
Because I am, and forever want to be, inspired by everything.
Because I long to see the beauty in everything.
Because I have the ability to behold those things that inspire me, capture them, and keep them forever.
Because I have the super-power to make time stand still with the open&close; of a shutter.
Because life is short. fleeting. fading away…. and I don’t want to miss a single moment of it.
Because it is what I was created to do. to be.
And ^that^ inspired this:
I vow to stop whenever an opportunity for my heart to stand still arises.
to never be too busy to feel inspired.
to capture that moment.
it with you
This is the first of many posts to come.
“You are beautiful, my sweet, sweet song.
You are beautiful, my sweet, sweet song.
I will sing again.”