The Thread

There is a certain randomness in photography. A different day presents different perspective. A new idea, A bold muse manifesting as a street scene here, a mountain there, a sad face, a blue car, some dying flowers, a political rally, an old broken down fence post, a nice shiny new something or other.
There is a thread of sorts in the randomness. The connections are subtle sometimes. Sometimes obvious. Like life , I guess. Going through the day wondering what's around the next corner. What calamity next? What joy awaits? No guarentees it will all fit nicely in a box, but still wondering anyway. A random orderliness maybe?
Everything is form and light in photography. It needs something more to flourish though. It needs heart and vision. Heart connects the randomness with the orderly. Vision presents them both to the world in a brand new way.
So it's working hard to try and see in a little bit different way this time. But also letting it just happen. Sometimes it manifests as a great photograph. Sometimes the feeling , the idea is buried in a mediocre shot. But at least it's there, so you get up and do it again, hopefully fully realizing it the next time. Ideas don't die.
They are always waiting to be expanded.
That's the joy of photography! Realizing an idea! A vision! Discovering a certain light on water or texture on a spiderweb or coolness on asphalt. Making a statement, capturing the perfect red rose in early morning sunlight and mist. Perfect timing blending with a flexible vision. Imagination run amok, disorderly and wild, but all placed within that small camera viewfinder, snapped and snatched and stored away. A sort of order to chaos.