the goodness

I love photos. I’ve always loved looking at them and now I immensely enjoy taking them. I think back to when I purchased my camera randomly one day and how impulse the whole thing was. I researched cameras for a total of only FOUR hrs maybe and then went to the store and while deciding between the canon 50d and the nikon 90d I went with the Nikon because I liked the way it felt in my hands. Seriously, when I think back to this story it’s the craziest(stupidest?) thing I’ve ever done. I’m an impulse person. My sister, I’m pretty sure, wanted to disown me when I told her what I’d done. She’s the kind of person who researches for days before making big purchases and makes sure she knows everything there is to know before. It’s an admirable thing. Me? I don’t think. This is sometimes a bad thing. But, I don’t regret my purchase not even a little bit.

For me, photography has been a journey. So since purchasing my camera I then discovered this wonderous thing called a blog reader. Currently I am following about 180 blogs and the majority of them are photography blogs. I add probably 3-5 new blogs each week. It’s starting to become a problem really. But, today I stumbled on a blog that has surpassed every other blog I have ever come across.

He’s an amazing artist. Clayton Austin. His blog is my new obsession. His work is simply amazing. I don’t know what it is exactly about his images that absolutely stun me but they do. Upon reading his story I’m now so inspired to find the goodness. Read more about it on his blog but I wanted to share a short section from his story.

           I received a letter once from an old friend. She mentioned that she recently had her heart broke and could only wish to one day find someone that sees her the way that my couples see each other. How would she know when she has found the “one”? Trust me when I say that tender gaze, that almost kiss, does not come without work. There will be joy, there will be pain. I have known both. If you are reading this I want you to know that you are amazing. He is not. And this is my advice to you. Find a boy who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. You will know he is the one because he will apologize first even if he feels he was in the right, because being right won’t matter if you go to bed angry. When you tell a joke he will laugh out loud. He will constantly be reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have found you. He will turn to his friends and say, ‘that’s her.’