Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Through The Eye Of A Lens
The road less traveled was my chosen path. This road leads through our woods behind the house and down to a dirt road that is seldom used.
Each foot fall was an effort as I trudged my way through the deep snow. But oh how it was worth it. The morning was silent as I walked, an occasional distant squeal of children playing in the snow and the sound of swift winged birds flying by. It was perfect.
My camera ready, I let my mind settle down to the task at hand. What does my camera want to see?
It's funny how a camera will see something different than I do. I see a big picture, large and full but the camera is focused, it cuts out the peripheral, is attentive to what is in its frame; everything narrowed down to that frame.
When I download the photos, I'm amazed. I couldn't see the details until my camera revealed them to me.
Maybe I should live life a little more often like the lens of a camera. I don't want to miss the beautiful people/things around me because I'm busy looking at the peripheral.