The old phrase — and it used to drive me, too — is that a photographer makes a shot, rather than takes one. I don’t know anymore. I’m starting to believe that, after so much making, perhaps we find ourselves with the permission to take it how it comes. Feet up, head back, floating on the river of presence.
Writer, photographer - Novel in progress: https://medium.com/the-adventures-of-claud-without-an-e