Look.  Really look.  How many times have you been driving home in the afternoon and suddenly realized that you missed the sunset?  You were listening to the radio, or talking on the phone, or thinking about dinner, or whatever.  You missed the sunset.  That brilliant beautiful thing that fills the sky every night.  If you can miss that when it’s in front of your face, imagine all the small inconsequential things of beauty that you miss all day long.  That is part of what being a photographer is.  Your job is to see the things that other people overlook, record them, and put them where they can see them again.

Bird On A Wire

Like a bird on a wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, “You must not ask for so much.”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?”

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

Leonard Cohen