I’m in Sri Lanka sitting on the beach with my camera strapped across my chest, the waves are barely touching my toes while the sand is pushing into places it shouldn’t.
I rise to me feet, brush the unwanted guests off and head to my room. With the essence of the Tangalle Fish Market captured safely in my Cannon, the essence of the fish lovingly remains clung to my skin.
A bath later, I sit, facing the sea with my laptop open and downloading the photos I just captured.
An observer now, rather than a shooter, I see beauty in its nature and people.