I would slowly reach for one branch after the next. There was sweat dripping from the brow as
bits of bark somersaulted to earth. When I hoisted myself to the top, I knocked
on the door. A muffled voice behind it call out, “What’s the password?” I gave
it and was let into the tree house club.
Today, photographers are also trying to get into the tree
house. They have been led to believe that having expensive cameras and equipment
will gain them entry into the professional photographer club. As Ansel Adams once said, "The single
most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it."
Where will your heart take you? |
The lens that really matters is the one deep inside us. Our
creativity and vision makes a great photograph. Will we learn to open our hearts before our
wallets?
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