How many times have I cursed changing into a jacket without a notebook in the pocket before walking out the door? Often. Usually to walk the dogs. Just a phrase, a title, a visual idea, it slides into my mind from nowhere and I hang on to it for dear life walking DOON and Willow home, lest it be gone when I reach my desk. The same thing happens with the camera. If I walk the dogs without a camera, a good picture appears. With the camera hanging from my neck, my chances are about 70-30 I’ll not see a photograph worth taking. But the habit is mandatory. Carry the camera, and pen and paper. Day or night. Dogs or no dogs. And write whatever comes in. For it never needs to go back out.
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