| Sir Mildred Pierce
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05-31-2003 07:25 PM ET (US)
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Yes, don't take a camera for a while.
I've got my own spot, and I used to take the camera there all the time. But I found that having to take a picture every time was kind of ruining it for me. You see, my special spot is at the end of the runway, and my moment of Zen is hearing the four whining engines of a fully loaded 747 cargo plane pushing 200,000 pounds of aerodynamically styled steal, crappy chinese consumables, and avgas (nearly a third of the weight!) in to the sky, barely a few hundred feet from my eyes, filling the whole field of view. Ah, I live for that moment! Maybe because it just lasts for a dozen fleeting seconds or so, I can no longer bare to ruin it with putting the camera in front of my face to capture the moment, because then.. I miss the moment ;)
So I don't know how analogious this is to your situation in the woods at the edge of the creek. But overall I think it is. When you become a photographer, you begin to live your life through the viewfinder, and that changes everything. Suddenly I'm reminded of a book that talks about this, if you ever get the chance, read "The Ground Beneath her Feet" by Rushdie, he speaks quite eloquently on the subject, and overall, it's one of my favourite books.
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| Lucien
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06-01-2003 04:05 AM ET (US)
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damn me....you are words and words can't justify your special place here....nor pictures...so you relish the solicitude...well, that's life. Thank God someone can still live it! Blogs are a bore....you rock!!!!
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| ben
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06-01-2003 04:22 AM ET (US)
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Edited by author 06-01-2003 04:25 AM
What Lucien said.
I could write here or on my own site of my own such places, of which one no longer exists but three are within easy walking distance of this very office. (It's one of the few upsides to living near family and the places where I grew up; there is a fourth much nearer to you than to me, Brittney.) I never go to them, for complicated reasons.
But I daren't catch the meme or go into details; you've stolen the show.
Again.
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