When my lens is wide eyed, open.
There becomes this thin line of focus where swirling circles of light become concrete or grass or truth that I can feel under my feet.
Where reality is clear and then in another inch everything else turns to magic again.
I’m at home in the play between these spaces of acute truth and shifting reality.
I can decide if today is a day to play in the blur, to become bokeh.
Or to step into the focus, to be more visible, to have the lines of my body shift from blur to sharp focus.
Most days I walk the line between the two of them.
Balancing in that space between raw truth and shifting reality.
Laser sharp focus and wide eyed wonder.
Yet committed to being in the frame.
In the story of my own life.