I love walking through town with a camera. There's always so much new stuff to see. Even if I've already seen it before...

 

I seem never to get tired of things. I've been partnered up with the same person for nearly 50 years and I still find her as engaging, sweet, compassionate and interesting as I did when we first met. It never occurs to me that I would ever be bored by the relationship...

It's the same thing with photography. I've shot well over a million frames over the last 52 years and yet every day that I step out of the house with a camera, a lens and a reasonable destination in mind I find all sorts of reasons to enjoy photography anew. Even when I go back to the same places over and over again. There's always something new. 

If it's not a new visual aspect it may be the chance encounter with an old friend, an unexpected intersection with an interesting person I've never met before. Or just the feel of a warm, weighty breeze across my face and hands as I walk down a familiar sidewalk with the camera swinging over my left shoulder on a fine strap. 

My friends call my continual focus on aspects of life and work, "discipline" but I call it "curiosity" and in some way, contentment. 

I have friends who are always flying off to climb the next mountain, the next ski slope, the next Michelin starred restaurant, the next girlfriend or boyfriend, the next museum, and to crouch near the next live volcano. They never seem to slow down. 

On the other hand I have friends and relatives who are happiest sitting in their favorite comfortable chair, next to a luminous window, reading a wonderful book. And maybe having picked up the wonderful book for the second time, looking for a different feeling this time around. A different way to enjoy the same story. Reading till the light through the window fades into twilight and someone close by is calling them to the table for a dinner made from scratch and served under warm lights in a cozy dining room. A bottle of inexpensive but serviceable wine over on one corner. Fresh bread steaming from the oven. Like warm breath on a chilly day.

For me, there is an indescribable pleasure in just walking with a camera. Walking till the light falls and it's time to head home to my own dinner and my own cozy dining room and my ever interesting companion. 

And we share stories about what we saw during our time apart. Something as simple as describing really seeing the neon "Stetson" sign for the first time. Or maybe a short discussion of a hutch that she saw that might work "perfectly" just behind the sectional couch. For placing small lamps for reading, or half drunk glasses of something in a comfortable intermission from holding the cold glasses or hot mugs against our fingers. 

Not everything needs to be accompanied by the prickly rush of adrenaline and as the old saying goes, "There is nothing new. Just new ways of looking at it." 

A camera you know forwards and backwards is more like a pair of comfortable walking shoes than a complex and needy tool. Match it with a good lens and fair weather and you've got the makings of another really nice day.