I’m on my knees, squinting, in an abandoned airport. I’ve squatting and leaning forward for hours and I can feel my leg muscles tensing up with the effort but I don’t dare move for fear of scaring her off.
She is gleaming and quietly menacing, with her honey-colored legs and a head that looks a little too big for her slim body.
I have got my lens focused right on her, but the wind that occasionally blows pushes her in and out of focus and my finger, that’s trembling on the button, desperately wants to shoot her and get it over and done with.
And so I do. I shoot her.
And soon as I start shooting, I cannot stop. All noises fall away. I suspect I’m being watched by many. But I care not. I close my left eye and keep shooting.
I find her by chance, as I am staring through a small pinhole at a world I have never really seen before. The pinhole is the viewfinder on my Olympus camera. The gateway that leads to that outlandish world; a Macro lens.
In that other world, things are not as they appear in the normal world; everything is made of some other bizarre thing and things are decadent with death and yet brimming with the power of life and it’s all so intoxicating and enchanting and I desperately wish to show other’s what I have seen.
And so, here you go. Please use your keyboard and your words to convey your appreciation for the little worlds that exist all around us and then grab your own Macro lens and go and see what you find.
And don’t forget to let me know which photos stirred something in YOU!