I love taking pictures. I annoy most people with how often I want to stop and take pictures. When I go hiking, I could take my camera along every time. There’s always something new to see, or something old to see in a different way. I love taking pictures of people, but also the sky, a cactus, a flower, or just an interesting rock.
Facebook has allowed me to become a voyeur. I steal my friends’ photos. If they have a great wildlife picture, a great landscape, or just a cool picture of themselves or their child, I download it and keep it for my own.
My office has pictures and quotes hung everywhere. On the walls, on the doors. I’d have some on the floor if I didn’t have pets. I don’t know what it is about pictures that moves me so. Maybe it’s the same thing as writing a story. In that moment, in that instant, I’m seeing something in a way that no one has ever seen before.
Photos never quite capture the reality. When I look at a picture, there always seems to be something missing, which makes picture taking bittersweet. On one hand, being able to capture the moment is so very important to me, even if I only capture a shadow of what I saw. It’s a shame, though, because I’d like to be able to share that one perfect moment with others. We can never capture perfection though, and maybe we never should. Perhaps it’s the quest for perfection that makes us all continue to challenge ourselves, to learn, and grow.