Understanding

Poor photography is an underappreciated art.

That is to say: sometimes I wonder if we're not so obsessed with freezing a moment in time that we forget -- or perhaps try our hardest to deny -- that the world doesn't wait for us or our tripods.

Rather, it just... goes.

Snowflakes hitting your lens and melting like rain drops.

People walking steps ahead of themselves, making time -- that old spectre -- visible in a way that even the finest watch struggles to articulate.

And tree limbs forced out of focus (and so brought into focus) by a photographer's impatient hands.

But, listen, there's more to every story. Look closer: there's a person here, walking away. Do you see them?

And, here, there's a phone line lost among tree limbs.

There's so much of this world that goes undiscovered, I fear, and if there's one thing I'm searching for, it's the company of people -- of someone -- who sees me point my camera at this scene:

And has no need to ask why.