Images do not create themselves, yet every single inch of this world contains one. If I look at a tree, an image is formed, when I look away, does the image still exist? I find myself randomly pulling out my phone to take a picture of a beautiful sunrise, putting little thought into what I want in frame and what I want out; yet every time the photo I take looks extremely calculated. The idea that the image already existed and I'm just the one to take advantage of the opportunity has had me thinking for a while, but I'm starting to move away from it. The image only exists in the eye of the beholder, the one who can see
Images do not create themselves, yet every single inch of this world contains one. If I look at a tree, an image is formed, when I look away, does the image still exist? I find myself randomly pulling out my phone to take a picture of a beautiful sunrise, putting little thought into what I want in frame and what I want out; yet every time the photo I take looks extremely calculated. The idea that the image already existed and I'm just the one to take advantage of the opportunity has had me thinking for a while, but I'm starting to move away from it. The image only exists in the eye of the beholder, the one who can see
