looking closer

or: where photography and life converge.

when i first started taking pictures—and for years afterward—my best images were made when i stepped closer to my subject. possibly, maybe even probably,  composing the shot to exclude the 'main' activity and hone in on some small detail. (lately i believe i've begun to achieve some success with a wider range of subject matter, but still, only with a narrower angle lens). this might be why i like to shoot with my aperture wide open—so that i don't get too distracted by the background.

it's (yet another) way I find photography to be a metaphor for life.

too much information is difficult for me to process.

the front page of a newspaper becomes a giant blur and i end up retaining nothing.

or a city street assaults my senses and i retreat.

i've learned that one story at a time is how i process best.

this made school difficult and it isn't any easier now that i'm living in the real world.

try telling three boys at the dinner table not to talk over each other when they're excited about something because mommy's senses are overloaded.

or changing lanes in traffic while they are bickering in the back seat and the music is too loud and your husband is on the phone.

i wish i could tell you that i've developed a sophisticated coping strategy but—not so much.

i get pushed out of balance easily. always have.

it's not all bad though. this intensity. it forces me inward. to pay close attention. to look closer and see the details. of everything.

i love this about photography and about writing, and i love it about how writing and photography intersect. And I'm learning to love it about myself.