I was a bit of a photographer in the `80s. My brother Jeff got me into it in high school, and I worked at a camera/photofinishing store in college, with most paychecks paying for more film, developing and equipment. Over the 1986 holiday break, a few college buddies took a ski trip to Colorado, but I didn’t ski. So I took a bunch of pictures.
Time passed, and our three daughters came into the world. My Nikon SLR camera was replaced by a “grandma camera”, the do-everything point-n-shoot, and my interest in taking pictures for the sake of taking pictures diminished.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to push my creativity, and get serious about photography again. These shots are from a morning when much of Wisconsin woke up to a surreal, bright haze. I thought I’d capture the big, weird, wide eerieness of the haze. But literally, within one minute, my assignment changed, as I remembered one of the great lessons from my earlier days as a photographer – the difference between “looking” and “seeing.” Welcome back, old friend.