- Aperture: f/6.3
- Focal Length: 85mm
- ISO: 400
- Shutter: 1/80 sec
- Camera: NIKON D80
I didn’t feel like shooting. Didn’t feel like anything but lying in bed, feeling sick and sorry for myself. I forced myself to stand up. I forced myself to get dressed. I forced myself to pick up my camera. I forced myself to get in the car. For almost eight hours, I forced myself to shoot.
And then the sun broke through the clouds, and everything was better. I made one frame. Two. Three. Ten. I breathed deeply once, twice, and again.
Sometimes, grace finds you. When you least expect it, when you no longer believe it’s there, it comes shining down and you remember why you are and why you were and where you’re going and what makes it all worthwhile. You stop questioning and start listening and start realizing you hold the keys always.
It’s not the image; it’s the process. And the process is enough.
About the image
A barn sits at the end of a muddy dirt lane in Columbus, Mississippi, Jan. 31, 2011. (Photo by Carmen K. Sisson/Cloudybright)