picture perfect

Although some people might not believe it, Wyatt and I don’t spend all our time together. In fact, I spend most of the day alone. I know, it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. Leah Howard has a life outside of her boyfriend. Shocking, isn’t it? Sarcasm aside, there I was, sitting in the middle of the courtyard, camera in hand. It was an ugly day outside. It wasn't raining, thanks to the weather control, but it was cloudy and humid. So, basically just like the UK. I had gotten too used to the sunny days and 30º weather. I didn't need sunny days to take photos. I actually preferred cloudy days when taking landscapes. The clouds added texture to photos.

In all my years of photography, I’ve had the same motto. “Take pictures of everything and then delete all the crap afterwards.” It’s worked out pretty well for me. I was flipping through the photo’s I had taken, trying to weed out all those bad shots. Normally, I’d do this on a computer, but my memory card was full and I was too lazy to go back to my cabin. On the bright side, there were lots of shots to delete.

Sometimes I hated camp. I had practically taken a picture of every inch of this place and now there was nothing new. I’d been experiencing photographer’s block. If that is even a real thing. It must be. I stood up, with my memory card now only half full. I started slowly turning around looking for something interesting.