By the way...I moved to Asheville, NC recently. So yes, there is that. Infrequent blog updates and such.
To the heart of the matter.
It rained pretty hard last night. Coming from Montana I didn't think too much of this until I awoke this morning to a dense, mysteriously beautiful fog outside my window. To those used to the Western North Carolina region this is a common occurrence. To my eyes it was a spark of inspiration.
The benefit of moving to any new place is in seeing it with a fresh set of unbiased eyes. It's almost as if we are granted the insight to see what others have trained themselves to miss over time. Overcoming those little familiarities that creep up on us is the business of every artist. It's that overwhelming sense of need to find beauty in the banal.
So, braving the wood ticks and hidden spider webs I ventured out into the still morning air. No doubt by midday the day's heat would arrive and drive the fog away. Until then, beauty lay before me; ready for the taking. I'm convinced that photographers, like all artists, do not so much create beauty as capture it. The world is already a marvelous place. It doesn't need our help so much as our presence. In other words, get out of bed and grab your camera.
Proper Gallery Link if you'd rather.
This is the unkempt face of inspiration. (Well, mine at least.) (Also, bed head!)
Don't let inspiration pass you by.