All my life, it seems, I’ve been searching for clarity. As a child I hammered my mom relentlessly for details about any story she told. She would patiently say, “Lynn, I’ve told you all I know,” and still I wouldn’t give up. Now that I’m a grownup in 2010, I have the internet to help me find the details I crave.
As a photographer, I have always judged the quality of my photos by the sharp edges I’m able to capture. As I take photos, I am learning about composition, light, depth of field, all of which are essential to a good photograph. Even so, I still delete the photos that have soft edges where I don’t want them. Recently I bought a new camera. I expected the shots to automatically be sharp and clear, and was surprised to learn that wasn’t the case. I still have to learn to make that clarity happen.
I think life is like that, too. You have to make the clarity happen. It is just not an automatic thing. I think, it is a matter of allowing. You have to act to simplify, remove the obstructions, then hold really still and let the clarity emerge. I’m still working on that. I somehow imagine I will always work on that.