I spent the day at a photographer's studio...

and I found love...

...torn up and thrown down
in the yard outside. Perhaps passed-by by most.

I met photographers, people who clearly who love their work. It shows, inspires, transmits a desire to be part of it too.

And I reflected again how strange to be introduced to 'real' photographers as a photographer, and then to speak to them as though I was one too. This keeps happening to me. My camera is held together with tape.




Another in an incidental series. You never know where love might strike.