I’m always a bit surprised when I hear folks say something along the lines of, “I’d love to find more time for photography,” like photography is an extracurricular activity for which one must set aside dedicated time. I hear tales of sad cameras left forgotten in a closet for months on end, and I just can’t comprehend this.
We’re quite spoiled here in the Northwest when it comes to waterfalls.
To be honest, when I first moved here, I wasn’t all that excited about waterfalls. They were all photographed the same, and they all looked the same to me. The hikes were pleasant, but I just couldn’t understand how the group would then park their tripods at the waterfall at the end and shoot for what felt like forever. I was used to a quick shot, and I was done.
How many pictures of the same scene can one take?
We’re all quite small in this vast world. We fill our lives up with work and projects and social lives and activities. With everything we add, we discover how much the earth has to offer, and we realize we could never experience it all, given a hundred lifetimes. The world feels bigger and bigger, with each new interest requiring thousands of hours to master, though each never reaches the state of “done.”
What drives us to be so insanely busy all the time?