I look through the lens seeing one thing and the picture itself shows me something more.
The act of taking photos makes me notice in new ways.
The act of seeing the photographs themselves helps me look again in yet another way.
Even the most ordinary, muckiest thing reflects light. Through the lens I understand that a little more each new day.
Light on wall, line separating the sidewalk and the grass, the place where my hand has smudged the glass all absorb light and throw it back. I see that now.