Light for me is a fickle thing. Sure, indoors there is a fixed glow and, you have an eternity to shoot the picture. Outdoors is my bane it seems The light here originated from a star 93 million miles away. The light you see in the viewfinder is not the same light that shows up in the shot. 186,000 miles per second yet, we bring it to a screeching halt with a CMOS, CCD, or directly onto film and it becomes frozen in time. All we do is collect that light in our camera and the fruit of our labor is a wonderful image we hope will transport the viewer to that location in time and space. Well-taken pictures appeal to the senses to the extent that one can imagine the smell in the air and feel the rain, snow, or sun on their skin. This is why I take pictures. This is why I share.

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