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A Monochrome Sunday Morning
Gray Cloudy Mornings Return Me To My Roots, And My Crew
Waking to see another gray, cloudy morning, brought a smile to my face. This is the kind of morning my camera loves. And if my camera is happy, then I am happy.
Stepping through the gate, and into the soft diffused light, felt like returning home. Home to those cloudy days in Eugene. Home to those days when I discovered that, seeing the world through a lens, was my destiny.
This is the kind of day I follow my intuition. The kind of day when I try my best to not think. The kind of day when I listen to the conversation that is taking place between my eye, my heart, and my soul.
Listening to these conversations, it is easy to know when to stop my feet, and focus my lens, on what is shining brightest in front of me.
My part is to frame what is in front of me. To adjust the shutter speed. To focus on the part in the frame, that is speaking to my heart. It all becomes simple, when narrowed down to these basic parameters.
