I like to think that I stop and photograph beauty … but sometimes I don’t.
I will be on a trip dedicated to photography with my camera gear all ready and willing at my finger tips. I will be in a beautiful place and I will dutifully note the fantastic scene beside me … and then keep right on driving.
So what’s going on? If I was driving by that visual candy near my home, I would be standing on the brakes and reaching for my camera. My senses would be on high alert.
I have come to realize that when there is a lot of beauty around me I occasionally succumb to a condition I will call sensory fog. With too much beauty to process my brain decides it can arbitrarily raise the bar for normal to a far higher level. Perhaps it’s a defense mechanism to stop it from over heating!
The usual place this happens is during my visits to the Rocky Mountains. A tumbling stream on my left, forest on my right, mountains all around and I’m gobsmacked into a sensory fog. I end up looking for something even better to photograph.
Despite the effects of the fog, I am still in a happy place and enjoying it all. Though perhaps not appreciating it all to the fullest extent.
My antidote is to slow down and yield more quickly if I sense that a scene has stopping power. Still it all seems counter intuitive to have to convince myself that an amazing scene is worthy of stopping for photos. Something seems to have gone a little off.
Am I the only one?