I am consistently awestruck by the randomness of the world and seeing extraordinary beauty in ordinary things. For example, I never tire of Big Sky.
I am driving back from Sacramento, where I routinely go to shoot photos of not so extraordinary people. The first thing I noticed today is the air is clear, smog less and almost pristine.Driving on Interstate 80 thousands of times and am still amazed by clouds. However, I wonder why I sometimes neglect to notice the beautiful things all around; a subtle, wry smile or a flower in a crack surrounded by cement. Maybe I am too preoccupied, but more importantly, how does the beauty around us appear ordinary at times? If seeing is an art, then that body of work is lifelong and vast. All I can do is continue to believe in seeing, to find the uncommon in the common.
