Like most days, I went out for a run today. I did make one small change though, I brought my camera along. As is so often the case it proved to be a blessing, not because of the images I captured (although I hope you will all enjoy them) but because it forced me to actually look at what I was running past.
Most of the time I’m just watching out for a train.
Cameras, like so many other tools, are easy to abuse. I know that snapshots of a party can record important memories, but I’ve seen so many people who are absent for some of life’s best moments because all they can think of is how to get the group to pose for a 15th photo. It’s a subtle difference, but an important one between a snapshot- which is just something used as an attempt to record a memory- and an artistic photo, which involves truly looking at or even interacting with your subject.
I wonder how having a train pass right outside your window changes your life?
All of this may sound like pretentious nonsense, but it matters more than people think. After 20 years of looking at your photos it won’t be what you saw that you remember, it’ll be what your photos look like that you remember. The photos will actually become your memory. Keep that in mind next time your taking a picture because who doesn’t want beautiful memories?
Another image locked safely in my memories.
An out of the way place... 
This is great! I really like the house photo! The one that looks like a Hobbit may live there. It looks like the one in the movie at least.:)