No matter where you live, it’s exotic to someone, somewhere…
I went out this morning. The forecast the previous evening had me salivating. I double checked everything. Made sure that the battery in my new camera was charged. It wasn’t. Double checked all the settings on the camera for bracketing so that I wouldn’t spend half the morning shooting on the wrong setting and went to bed early.
A nice thing about us getting closer to fall is that sunrise is getting later by the day. Today it was at 6:15 a.m. What a difference six weeks makes when it was rising just after 5:00 a.m. I got to sleep in a bit but was still up just before five.
As I left town, listening to a repeat of Coast To Coast AM on the radio, the sky wasn’t looking so great. Often times, once I get twenty minutes out, it will change dramatically and the temperature will drop. Twenty minutes later the thermometer on the Rav read 6 degrees Celsius. That’s as cold as it’s been in a while.
Nothing really materialized as the sun made it’s way upward towards the horizon. Nothing really inspired me. For as much as I looked to find lines or symmetry or interesting contrasts, it just wasn’t happening. And that happens sometimes.
Just so that I would have something to play with when I got home, I stopped the Rav near a wheat field as the sun popped up. Looking back, I snapped a few of the road and made my way home.
I looked at what I shot when I got home and wasn’t impressed or excited. It was only a few hours later that I got to thinking, the mundane to me can be exotic to someone who never gets to the prairies. The hundreds of kilometers of gravel roads and electrical poles are a common, everyday sight. What the heck I thought and I processed this shot.
When we think of landscapes very often we are thinking of that most exotic and picturesque place. My exotic might be someone’s back yard or the other way around.
The logs on my website show visitors from everywhere on earth. From Australia, to Singapore, to Germany. And what are they looking at? The country side that everyone here drives by without taking a second look at.
Don’t take for granted where you live. No doubt, it’s exotic to someone.