it's so often not about what you think it is.
it's too often about what draws your eye, your ears, your bleeding heart; you rush to put the other lens on the camera so you don't see the background, the background falls away, the background you want to ignore, the background that hangs there so beautifully true when you move the camera away from your eye. when you allow yourself to see.
painter's eye sees that curve of darkness above the dragonfly, and the just beginning to fall leaves scattered across the creekbed, knows the strokes of light painted with a wide open fstop. painter zooms back and blesses the knowledge of this place, of this moment.
it is about seeing it all, and choosing what to ignore. photographer's eye ignores the shards of monkey grass and f16, and hands the camera to painter's eye.