Robbed of Sleep - The Cautionary Tale of the Stumbling Artist

This venture is keeping me up at night. I am eating perspective, drinking aperture, breathing lighting, and dreaming of the perfect shot. I wake throughout the night excited to get up and load up another picture.

Last night I dreamt of a teen sitting on a weather beaten dock, one leg under her, the other dipping the big toe into the water, causing ripples, concentric circles spreading across the glass-like surface of the lake. The shot is taken from just above water level with the ripples and her toe in perfect focus. The teen is cropped out of the shot - only crossed knees, dock, toe and water comprise the shot.

What is that? I am crazy you say? I’m not arguing. I wake, it is 2 am and I find myself thinking - how will I go about that? Where can I shoot it? Do I have to be in a dingy?... I think you have a point. This is clearly going to far. I will leave well enough alone now and be sensible. Well... Not now... Later. Maybe that is too lofty a goal. Maybe instead my goal will be to sleep tonight - perchance not to dream - about photography anyway.