The Absence of Color (Mild Forgetfulness)

Arches National Park (4.2.2015)

I put my eye to the viewfinder and press the shutter release half-way. I’m rushing. Always rushing. My eye scans for the focal point. I feel lazy, like a cheater or a thief. I verify the composition, misplace my self-worth, and take the shot. I recover, check the image, experience exhilaration, mild satisfaction, or terminal disgust. And repeat.

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