Photographers make me sick!

And, I mean that in the nicest possible way.

They make it look so easy! They (not going to mention any names, Insideout) point, adjust something here and there, click a few times, and capture beauty.

I, on the other hand, not so much.

My father, my brother, my uncle…all professional photographers at one point or another. My mom caught the bug later in life, but ended up pretty good. My sister still enjoys taking pictures.

Apparently, the gene skipped me.

All I want is for the camera to produce exactly what I see. Is that too much to ask?

I take this exact picture just about every year, and it always looks the same… In reality, the redbud is a vivid purple, the violets are blooming, the flower beds in the back are all starting to come back to life. The place takes my breath away every spring, but I can never quite capture it.

Hmmm. Maybe I’m not meant to.

Or, maybe I’m just not much of a photographer. That’s always possible.

♪♫ Stay a while now
Undress your colors
Cause they’re like no others
I’ve ever seen ♫♪

(Lyrics by Shinedown…again)

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