Bridge Span


Tonight is the last session of my Night Photography class. 

Final exam session where we go downtown and take real photos.
The police have been notified.
Tripods and cable releases are at the ready.
Batteries are charged and CF cards are formated and waiting.
It is always a pleasure to watch the students learn and grow.
They cross the bridge from, “how do I work my camera”to “WOW, I didn’t know I could do that!”
I remember, as I am sure that some of  you do, the first time I watched a print come up in the developer tray. I remember the look on my father’s face as he saw the wonder in mine. Now, I understand that look. 
I crossed that bridge when I was twelve years old and I have never looked back.
A life in art, in my case, photography, has to be one of the very best lives a person can live.
What could be better than a life devoted to the process of creation?
To the sharing of beauty with others?
To your personal growth and development as an artist?
To be truly alive and in the flow of ideas and inspiration?
Ah, that is the life.