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  • This was my chance.

    I'd rented a lens ... just for the day ... still relatively expensive, though nowhere near as much as buying it.

    Once I had it on the camera, all the ideas and plans I had vanished from my mind.

    I got caught up in the idea of making the most of having the lens for the day...
    ... wanting every photograph to be perfectly framed,
    ... just the right composition,
    ... the most amazing subject.

    And I collapsed under the weight of all this expectation.

    I drove to a place. Made a few photographs.


    I drove to another place. Made a few more photographs.


    By the third location I'd broken out into a cold sweat. Nothing seemed to be going right. I was wasting my day, I'd wasted my money, I was making terrible photographs.

    I thought about giving up + retreating to the house + wallowing in self-pity.
    I turned myself into a thousand insults.

    But some part of me wasn't done yet....

    So I drove to the place I always go when I need to be sure of something - the ocean.

    And the skies gave me a prayer for my eyes ... a reminder to never give up.
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