As I drove home from a wedding in Mohican yesterday afternoon, I started to think about why I became a photographer. I didn't start out as a wedding photographer. Or even a portrait photographer. I wanted to be a journalist. At the time, I didn't quite know what that actually meant. What I did know is that I loved photographing what was around me and how I saw the world. I was equally captivated by a farm on the side of a highway as I was a beggar kneeling on the streets of Rome. I wanted to capture everything. I was sure there was a job that allowed me to do that. Over the years, reality set in and I found a lovely balance. By photographing weddings and portraits, I was able to do what I loved and make it my career. I truly have the greatest job, and I wouldn't trade it for anything (well, almost anything). Unfortunately, while I was busy photographing what I was commissioned to shoot, I stopped viewing the world around me as a photographer. I drove past things without taking a second glance, let alone taking the time to pull out my camera. That is a sad realization to come to terms with.
Lucky for me, I had a wedding far enough from home yesterday that I had time to ponder this fact. As I drove down the narrow country roads in central Ohio, I found myself viewing the landscape as I once had. And for the first time in a long time, I actually stopped the car and pulled out my camera.