This is the title of the last assignment for my photography class. For a change, I wanted to stay away from my customary subject — my daughter. So yesterday I went to the park and took many photos of ducks in motion.
I ended up with a few nice ones. However, organizing my 200+ duck images and trying to find five that worked for my assignment was a bit laborious. While I worked, I heard my family out in the front yard, playing with the bubble machine my daughter got for her birthday. Naturally, I had to go take more pictures.
I figure photography is a lot like writing. When your subject fascinates you, it shows in the final product. If there’s no love, that shows too. When I began writing I didn’t intend to write fantasy. But magic and oddness always crept into my stories. I stopped fighting it a long time ago. I write what excites me. I think I’ll do the same with photography.
Don’t get me wrong. I like ducks. But I just can’t get as excited about them as I do about watching this girl play with bubbles. Sorry, ducks.