I’d argue convincingly, as I confidently stirred my cocktail, that I am a visually oriented person. That, as a photographer y’know, I tend to search for beauty and that I always look to build, to improve my eye. Beauty is all around us, I’d state, inferring that I would be just the one to spot it.
This image was taken less than a mile from my house. Believe it or not, I’ve driven by it nearly every day for the past thirteen years… but never once nabbed a shot there. It’s the runoff from a local river, and passing just beneath where I was standing through an ugly pipe where murk and foam build up, is a brownish rush of water. It’s an eyesore and so I must have declared the entire place just that: an eyesore. Devoid of all beauty, despite my cocktail hour musings.
With a Fujifilm X-E1 in hand, mounted with one of the finest wide primes I’ve ever had the pleasure of using (the Fujfilm 14mm), I drove by this spot last Saturday, but I didn’t see the murk and foam that typically holds my attention. Of course, after thirteen years, little holds my attention at this point beyond the fact that I’m almost home.
It’s a nice spot. And there’s beauty there. For thirteen years, I completely missed it.
And seeing the image now, I laugh. The guy stirring the drink? Dope.