I come from a long line of worriers. Women who’ve perfected the art of double- and triple-checking locked doors, repeatedly asking “are you sure?” until rage or frustration sets in, and quickly jumping from the most benign scenario to the world’s worst personal apocalypse. Frankly, it’s a skill.
I know I’m obsessed with sunflowers, but I’m a little bit in love with this old man sunflower I found in Belmar, NJ on Saturday. I was walking to my car when I passed it and needed to stop to grab a picture. There’s something so frail and delicate about a dying sunflower.
I forgot the charger for my camera’s battery, which means I was relegated to iPhoneography this week. I feel like I’m not able to hone in on the composition as much as I’d like when using just my phone, but I also like being forced to play with the idea of not having as much control.
This week went by so quickly, and all the photos I picked were ones I unexpectedly took. Sometimes I plan what I want to take each day in my head, so I have an idea of when and where to bring my camera with me. Not so much this time, though.