I was looking for something to fill the void left after my kids had grown and left home.
I bought a digital camera so I could rediscover photography, an interest I had ignored for the better part of two decades save the predictable snapshots from a point-and-shoot camera documenting birthday parties, youth soccer games and the Christmas gift-opening frenzy.
During the past three years or so, photography has occupied my time and money. But photography has done so much more.
Ironically, after I started looking through the small rectangular viewfinder of my Nikon D300, I actually began noticing so much more of the world around me and seeing its beauty.
Sometimes, beauty is presented in an obvious and awe-inspiring way. Who can deny the beauty of a fog-filled valley, the view from the overlook at Caesar’s Head or even a precious baby?
Other times, we have to search for it in items often we otherwise overlook as we hurry from one meeting to the next, or running from one kid’s soccer game to the other’s dance class.
Although it can be way beneath the surface, there is beauty somewhere in that decaying building, that reflection, that aged face.
Looking through the viewfinder has forced me to slow down and really see. It’s something I do now even without a camera in my hands.
And I like what I see.