Sometimes when you’re riding along it is impossible to stop for photographs. Your mind is so wrapped up in the ride that there is no room for anything else. Other times, stopping becomes irresistible.
I wish I knew what it was that makes a place or maybe a view call to you to stop and take a picture of it. But that’s what happens. Maybe some part of you sees latent magic that will blossom in the resulting image?
Grass, sky, motorcycle. Nothing Earth-shattering and still it strikes me as simply pretty.
But the same stuff isn’t always pretty. You can take 10 snaps of the same spot and only one of them will do. So there is something more to it than simply standing in a place and hitting the shutter button.
While stopped, my GoPro was apparently still clicking away and documenting my wandering around in the road. It’s pictures aren’t pretty even though it’s the same stuff. To me, the biggest difference – aside from framing and whatnot – is that there is a disconnect in feeling. It’s like a robot took the photo. Could that be a result of me knowing that there was no feeling or personal connection involved?
Perhaps the magic is in us. When we do things with our own hands, our hearts and with intent maybe we infuse ourselves in the image. Maybe that’s where the magic comes in – our own little sprinkle of pixie dust.