I first picked up a camera because I wanted to learn to see.
Last Sunday, the air crackled at nearly 100F as we watered the community garden by the highway. I was dragging 125 feet of hose, looking down and back, when a flash bounced in the air of yucca fronds to my right. A Golden Orb weaver spider, the sun shining through her like living light.
I'm still seeing her beauty.