when you get down close to the ground and shoot low? when you press the shutter button without clearly seeing what you’re capturing? when you shoot away in blind faith, hoping that what you’re capturing is something halfway presentable?
sometimes pretty cool stuff happens.
a random patch of grass becomes hope for spring.
a cousin’s creation becomes statuesque.
a thirsty cat becomes balance.
snow, moss, sticks, and leaves on a stump become strangely abstract.
moss in a puddle becomes a small forest.
dirty boots become a story. where have these boots gone?