Images Find You

As I've grown older in this infectuous habit called Photography it's become clear to me that images find me. Even when I consciously setup a scene and look at it from a number of perspectives I find that one of those views calls out and touches me beyond my conscious efforts to construct a scene. Again, it's a relationship to this thing in my head that guides my seeing. When we, the thing in my head, and I, my conscious self agree it's a feeling of sureness about what I see. Grounded in the relationship of my inner self and my conscious self the vision I record has already been seen. Is this the magic of photography, of art. I've heard it said that you know when your dealing with a work of art if you have unbidden feelings about what you consciously see; if feelings arise beyond your conscious ability to control their occurrence. Maybe the real skill of a master photographer is grounded in his ability to produce Art grounded in his relationship with that thing beneath his/her consciousness that negotiates the images that get reproduced.