The Art of Patience

We spent some time at Wilde Lake today taking photographs. It was, at first glance, uninspiring: a beautiful, manicured park but seemingly not rich in possibilities. But we walked and stopped and walked and looked and soon found ourselves drawn in. Making art requires a lot of wastage: kicking-around time, throwaways, dead-end attempts. I'm not a great photographer, but I was happy with a handful of pretty pictures at the end.