A while back I wandered into the kitchen and pointed my lens down at a pot of boiled eggs. Not to worry: the water had long since cooled, and I was not risking a debilitating steam burn.
I do this often, take pictures of stupid stuff. Ordinary things in an ordinary life. Boring, even.
Perhaps the world doesn’t need yet another photo of eggs, but I haven’t done a global inventory, so I wouldn’t necessarily know the math. But that’s not the point.
Stupid pics like this are an escape. That’s the point. As much as I love the photos I make with my shutter button finger, I don’t do any of this just for the image. I do it for the story. Whenever I pull up a photo I took a while ago, I think not of the picture itself, but of the context within which it was shot. I remember where I was, what I was doing, who I was with, how I felt.
Sometimes it makes me feel happy. Other times not so much. But it always makes me feel something. Connected, even, to the life I’ve led.
Photography is something of an escape. When I’m walking through the woods or exploring an alley or peeking into pots and pans in the kitchen, I’m not feeling the pressures of a world on fire.
The staccato thoughts of doubt and stress that gnaw at the edges of conscience take a back seat to the more immediate priorities of light, composition, and storytelling. Nothing matters more than the simple moment when light moves through glass and gets captured forever.
So coming back to those simple moments, using the image as a trigger of sorts, feels like an escape, as well, a reminder of a time when I set the world aside for a bit.
So this time out it’s eggs in water. Tomorrow it’ll be something else. Whatever the somethings happen to be is almost irrelevant. That they were captured at all is the only thing that matters.
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