I dream of having an original thought. Only a little one would do.

I wish for something strange to happen. I don’t need drama or danger; all I’m asking for is a peculiar thing to break the unceasing rhythm of day-to-day life.

It’s not that the daily grind doesn’t hold any magic, because it does. Coming home to have my son say or do something for the first time (he is almost 14 months already, would you believe?) while I cook dinner. Fiery morning skies as I get dressed for work. Only it seems that the magic refuses to come out in front of my camera, because all I seem to capture these days are cars and cracked asphalt and naked trees, dirt and mud and water.

I don’t know what I’m waiting for. More than anything, it may be that I’m waiting for the impetus to stop waiting and start acting. The moment when one of the several ideas percolating at the back of my mind emerges as a photography project.

I hope spring will help. I hope I can let you know what I’m working on in my next Viewfinder post.

What are you waiting for?

~ Jenny Graver.