When I’m working furiously on grad school work, or job work, or even just sitting around, I alway find myself thinking….I’d really just rather be taking pictures.
While my free time has decreased exponentially, and when I do find myself back in West Texas I have a difficult time hopping out of bed before daybreak to run out in the middle of nowhere, I still try to find bits and pieces of time to snap a few shots here and there.
Lately they’ve mostly been centered on the three cows in our pasture, and their babies. However, it turns out the babies are quick learners and come running up when I show up in the pasture, hoping to get a range cube or two, so it is almost impossible to get them to stay in the shot I intend on getting.
Quite the fashionista too. I even got her to do serious ones, although she had a difficult time getting the concept of a straight face, and now I have quite a few pictures with her making weird faces to blackmail her with if need be. Although I would never do such a thing.
These two got engaged just a few short weeks after the picture session. While there were whispers after the session that we wished Spencer would have asked her during the picture taking session, so there would have been lots of pictures of it, we were all glad he didn’t, after I declared that if that had happened, I would have dropped my camera and been jumping up and down with Nichelle, instead of taking pictures of it.
So while I’m working away, writing papers at my computer in Oklahoma, my heart is back in West Texas, or North Texas, or down the back roads of Oklahoma, or the highways in between. Whether it’s with sunsets or sunrises or cows or my friends and family, one thing remains the same. I wish I had a camera in my hands.
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.