I view the world in pictures. I am constantly composing in my head, framing subjects, checking the light. It has become frustrating because on my drive in to work in the morning I’ll see half a dozen things that I just know would make a great photograph, but either I can’t stop for one reason or another, or I fly by it so quickly it is lost. Sometimes I do stop – I’ll turn around and go back to what I saw – but usually not. If I stopped at every potential photo I saw, I’d never get to where I was going.
One day last week, when the air was relatively warm with our January thaw and fog was sitting on the frozen lake, I zipped past Winter Harbor on my way to the office. There, sitting on the lake, were four men intent on catching fish through the ice at 8 a.m. It was too good to pass up. Though I didn’t have a great vantage point, and the roads were icy, I turned around and went back.
In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”