Every night I drive home from work, I see this line of trees against the sunset and I do my best to stay straight while craning my neck left to see the gorgeous view.
For weeks as the sun was staying up a little longer each night, I would tell myself how much I needed to come back with Monty to capture this view. The silhouette of the trees was something I wanted to see if I could capture, so finally, one Saturday I made no excuses, grabbed my Monty, 2 lenses and headed out to the field.
It was hard. I still have small issues with being visible by passing cars (regardless of them going 60mph), but I pushed my little insecurity aside and walked down the side road closer to the trees, keeping my back to the cars going by.
It was so relaxing, until I thought my brand new L series zoom lens was broken. The auto focus wouldn’t work. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t focus. Panic was setting in as I had to manually focus just to get the next 20 minutes worth of photos. Still worried it wasn’t working, I switched lens to give myself a break before attempting to use the zoom again, and that’s when I saw it. Really saw it. What I thought was auto focus was it actually in manual focus the entire time.
I felt like an idiot. Like a complete idiot! I can’t tell you how many times I looked at the MF thinking it said AF the entire time. In the end I was more than happy with being the idiot rather than having a brand new broken lens on my hands.
The sky was all sorts of different colors that night. Even gray.. I kid.
Now as I drive past these trees and that field, I think, I was there. I actually stopped there to photograph the sunset. Its small little feats like this that help me go on. Before I whiled away my weekends if I didn’t have anything productive to do, but lately I’ve been seizing the moments I do have and no longer putting off little things like this that make me happy.
I think for me, I get in this waiting game and feel I can’t do “this or that” because what if the moment I start to do that, I’m not waiting anymore?? Then it would have been a waste! Well, after a very very long time, I’ve finally understood that living my life means actually living my life. Even if it means doing things out of the ordinary or on my own.
Surprisingly, I’ve been a lot happier. Who would have thought.