Patience, Soul Candy

I was looking over some old photos, and as I came across the one below, I remembered how long I waited to get that shot.   (Well, I don’t remember how long exactly, just that it was a lonnng time.)  I was standing at the Place de la Concorde looking toward the Champs-Élysées, and I noticed the beauty of the trees with their leaves in various stages of autumn’s change.  Cars kept zooming around that busy circle, and I knew it wouldn’t do to crop out the sidewalk and the lampposts.  So I waited…and waited for a lull in traffic.  My patience was rewarded with this:


Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.  ~ Francis Bacon

One of the reasons that I am well-suited to traveling alone is because I will wait as long as it takes to get the shot I want.  I have only found a couple of other people to whom I can say, “Hold up a minute” without feeling that I’m inconveniencing them.  It seems that a lot of people have their eye constantly on the next item to check off their list, the next “thing” to obtain.  I myself am more interested in the journey of attaining the “thing”, while leaving room for wonderful discoveries along the way.

Because of photography, I find that I am much more aware of details, and therefore more present in the moments of my life.  Photography to me is not a distraction from the events around me, but an active participation in them.  Oftentimes, that calls for the putting away of my own agenda and responding with patience to the call of the now.



Thanksgiving 2012 was spent at my grandparents’ house, the only constant home I’ve ever known.  The trees were planted when the house was built over 50 years ago, and the swingset not long after.  I have created over 30 years of memories here.  This is the earth and the sky of my youth.

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