Photographers can be a little obsessive. They worry and fret about lighting, content, image quality, location, time of day, access, lenses, cameras, and much more.

It is hard for us to switch off the inner photographer and just relax and enjoy the moment. Even when we are not the photographer, like when a close friend invited me to her wedding, outright saying she didn’t want me to even bring a camera so I would be there for her as her guest, it was still tempting to make a few pictures for myself. I smuggled in my smallest digital camera, the Fujifilm X-T10, and made some nice images with it, while staying out of the way of the professional who she hired.

After our most recent snowstorm, I took my filthy Nissan Frontier to the car wash.  The result was amazing: in three minutes, my mobile “dirt box” looked like the day it rolled off the lot.

I try to take moments of “down time” when I can, but the photographer inside me couldn’t help noticing how beautifully the various staged of soap and rinse looked on my windshield and windows. Of course, I photographed them, and the result was, in some ways, the opposite of my day-to-day photojournalism.

If you see me in the field, don’t hesitate to show me your unusual, artistic photos. I would love to see them.