wandering through another cemetery, composing and taking photographs. This time, all I had with me was my cell phone, which is far from perfect on a sunny day. In fact, many of the shots I composed in my head disappeared the moment I tried to look through the viewfinder, leaving me with a shoot-and-hope perspective that somehow seemed appropriate for the day.
Today, when I finally had the chance to download and study the photographs, I was pleasantly surprised. Some I liked a great deal; others, not so much.
The intention, for me, is not to work overly hard at composition, but to trust the urge to capture a particular image. Since I have, over the course of my lifetime, visited countless cemeteries in various locations (including multiple countries and continents), I tend to trust the urge. If something is unusual or shadows catch my eye or I am intrigued, I take a photograph. Sometimes they turn out well; sometimes, well, they don't.