I’ve fallen in love with using this 180 millimeter macro lens on my camera. I want to get closer to everything, as if getting closer will help me see the essence of what it means to be here, to be alive.
I want to see the dirt under their fingernails, their crusty noses, and unkempt hair.
Not just the imperfect beauty of my children, but of anyone. Of any thing.
If I look a little closer, everything is rusty and peeling and asymmetrical.
As hard as I try, I can’t separate dying from living. The petals wilt just as the shutter snaps.
Perfect.
You should see my fingernails after all the moving and garden planting. Very imperfect! Perfect!