Two mornings this past week, early by any standards and with only consideration as opposed to planning, I stepped out into a city enveloped in fog.
I was inspired and took with me my camera.
Away from the sleepy condos of downtown Toronto, I ventured to the lakeshore and, balancing what little light there was with what little direction or familiarity I had with the landscape, I began to make photographs of the beauty and truth unfolding in front of me.
I was pulled into the reality I felt, content with what I saw (even as it changed as daylight became more apparent).
The first morning I was fumbling with my equipment, learning by trial and error you might say. The second morning, two days later — augmented y the experience of the first morning — I felt a little more freedom to indulge my creativity.
Each day provided a different kind of satisfaction.
My reality, from day to day, changes. In looking back now at the images I captured, I do see the reality I was trying to uncover almost as much as what was there.
I know I will keep looking.
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