I plug the card from my big girl camera into my laptop and watch as the images I captured in Mexico download. The photos I’ve posted here and elsewhere so far, were taken with my phone—quick shots, without a lot of thought put into them, they are reasonable images.
When I shoot with my camera, however, I’m not so much taking pictures as I am creating art. From framing an image in my viewfinder, to fiddling with aperture and shutter speed, all the way to downloading and post-processing, it is a creative and meditative practice. That’s how I view it, anyway (pun unintended).
My quickly captured phone images are reasonable facsimiles of everyday life. There’s something beautiful (or funny, or fascinating, or curious) in the resulting jpeg, but there’s more.
I work quietly at my desk, choosing just a few images to process in the time I have allotted. I see a different dimension of the place we have just returned from, and I am reminded there is a different dimension to the place we are, one day, going to.
Now, I see dimly. I catch only fleeting glimpses of that which my humanness can’t quite perceive, but it’s there. I can’t even imagine what post-processing will reveal.