A writer friend once complained to me that people would ask "How do you find your inspiration?" at every single party he ever attended. That was his least favourite question, he told me, because "how do you explain that pretty much everything anyone says and does, and everything I see, hear, notice or experience, is grist for the mill?"
Thus, his conversation with his mother, the sandwich he eats at lunch, his argument with his idiot boss (don't we all have those?), and the walk to the Metro after work all get worked into his evolving fiction in some way. Granted, maybe his mother's words come out of the mouth of the love interest in his latest short story, or the Montreal Metro ride gets moved to Paris - but the experiences ring more true in his fiction when they've been experienced in his (or his dear ones) own lives.
And so it goes with photography, I suspect. Maybe it's not about finding that ZING! of inspiration and praying like hell that my rechargeable batteries don't fail me at that exact moment. Maybe it's more about taking the everyday things in life, the small moments and routine bits, and re-imagining them through the eyes of a different viewer.
I'm not sure that makes sense to anyone else. But in honour of this thought, you get... a picture of my breakfast. Enjoy!
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