I took the new camera out for the first time today. Initially, I had planned to photograph dogs at the dog pound (because I knew I wouldn’t be allowed at California Highway Border Patrol which would make for a great photo essay); but when I asked for permission, they said no. So after visiting the dogs, I headed over to a white temple I happened to see from Oceanside Blvd. It turned out to be the Rosicrucian Fellowship. What a beautiful, wild, and serene place. I stayed for over two hours and practiced different settings with my camera. This building–the brick, metal and rust, stairs and angles, abandoned chairs and tires, the golden light–held my attention for some time.
And then there was this chair, full of personality and backed up by all that texture.
I practiced setting the aperture. I’ve always wanted to do this!
I admired this tree and the wild grass and plants around it.
It felt fantastic to be walking around with a camera again, vigilant to details and unexpected beauty. It was like meeting up with a favorite friend and wondering why it had taken so long to see one another again.