Being there to watch a phenomenon isn’t that impressive. In the new phone culture, there’s a fascination with being the person that filmed something. I can feel the same compulsion at times, despite not excelling at visual arts.  When I take a picture or grab a video there is always a little bit of me wondering if I’m capturing history. Granted, some of my subject matter holds more potential than others. When it comes to being a witness, I’ve found the events worth capturing on film aren’t the ones you can wait around for. Or maybe telling stories is my consolation prize for lacking dedication to photography.

The biggest challenge of being there is having patience to know the right move when you see it. Right place, right time. With good timing and fearlessness you can seize the day by it’s scrawny little throat before thinking messes you up. These days, by the time I realize I’m nervous I’m already elbow deep in whatever project. Too late to turn back and quitting isn’t an option.  Just keep turning with the wheel until you get another chance at the center.  Enjoy the stillness of that moment and then get ready to start moving again.