I knew it would happen. I just didn’t know when. Surely the day would come, while in the midst of trying to make picture a day for 365 days, when I couldn’t see a picture. It started last night as I lay in bed, trying to get to sleep, my mind wandering. What picture will I take for tomorrow? I felt those old patterns of worry trying to squirm their way back into my head. Trying to control, to plan, to make a perfect photograph. But this time, I vowed to let go.
I carried my camera with me all morning, going about errands and chores, simply keeping an open heart. Trusting. Patient. Seeing beautiful light as I walked down the stairs, ready to head out the door, a single press of the shutter brought sweet satisfaction. It’s a wonderful thing to see something new every day.