Inspiration is capricious and fleeting. At times, it graces you with its presence, and suddenly you see an ordinary moment in an extraordinary way. You intuitively understand: this moment is yours. It is rich with meaning, holding within it the very essence of life and all its intricacies.
And as you sink into this moment, surprise arises—how had you not noticed before the curved, fragile blade of grass, the humble wild bellflower, the tiny grasshopper poised motionless on a long stem?
In that surprise, inspiration awakens. It gives you wings to soar into another universe—one that belongs only to you. And you believe that your camera will not fail you, that it will truly see what you have imagined.
Generally, life is good.
