Some days I think the photos I will cherish the most will not be my fine art pieces or my work for my clients but the blurry photos of my dogs or my friends on the deck holding a beer or of the cars I used to own. All the vanity of fine art and the fancy marketing of commercial work is just pissing in the wind photography. The real value of photography may be in it's ability to bring back the feelings of times gone by like the smell of lilacs on the spring wind brings back the sweetness of a first kiss.
Today I found these agaricus campestris mushrooms in the woods on my way back from a bow hunt for deer. I will remember their smell and texture and taste when I look at this photos.
Today things seem simple.
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