Zen: Musings on The Meditative Act of Photography

I close my eyes. The air is cold, blanketing the ground in a light frost, causing harsh shivers that race down my spine. I hear birds in the distance screaming at one another in a cacophony of song and screech. The star-filled sky above me is a deep romantic blue. I take a deep breath. I can smell smoke from a campfire that was extinguished only hours ago. I slowly open my eyes. Along the eastern horizon I see a glow; faint, but growing.

As the glow brightens, my pulse quickens and I begin running numbers through my head: f/8, focus at 100 yards, ISO 200, 1/15th of a second. The sun breaks the horizon and now I start breathing slower as the photos start appearing on my LCD display. I make some slight adjustments to my settings as the scene, ever dynamic, changes in subtle ways. I am consumed by this moment, and then in an instant, I am finished.

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