I see horses on the beach once or twice a year and every time it awes me. I feel like a little kid “Mommy, Mommy, look at the horsies.”
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It was a strange feeling to be squished between such a low cloud ceiling and the sunny view. Photo taken in Rincon, Puerto Rico.
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I’ve had this book since 1987. I have dragged it with me through college, graduate school, 7 homes, countless jobs, 4 pets, a marriage and a divorce. It is worn. Pages are trashed. There is something crusty on it. But I love it. It reminds me of the smell of film. The darkroom at my parents’ house. My high school photography class.
I recently listened to a podcast “What Losers Don’t Do.” It wasn’t about competition. It was a bit about success. It was really about creating a happier life by developing positive habits and good routines. I thought about my photography habits and realize I’m doing what a loser does. I stopped snapping because I came to believe there is nothing new under the sun. How many more photos can I take of the same beach? The answer: more.