photography

There is such satisfaction in capturing light on mirrors, turning something three-dimensional into electronic pixels. It’s tactile—cool LCD screen pressed against my nose, smooth shutter release button, hands wrapped around the textured plastic grips; it’s auditory—pressure against the shutter relaying a crisp, two-toned snap; it’s olfactory—inhale, exhale, pause, click; it’s visual—looking through the viewfinder, capturing moment for memory; it’s even gustatory—saliva and tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth, teeth clenched, as I pause everything to preserve this moment. It’s a complete activity, this thing called photography, engaging all senses, body, mind, and soul.

Element (My drabble for May 5th)

El-e-ment |ˈeləmənt|

noun

1 a part or aspect of something abstract, esp. one that is essential or characteristic 

Adjusting, measuring, lining up, taking care. This, this is my element. This is where I feel secure. This is where I—  I can do anything.  *Click* I adjust and readjust. Corrected,  I press the release. The whir of the shutter, the snap as it pops back in.  I nod (or grimace) — go back to the first steps. Adjust. Re-adjust. Repeat until it’s good. Release the shutter. 

Photography.

This is where I’m happiest, this is me. 

This is my element.