As I began to think about my post for Shutter Sisters this week, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of doubt. What do I have to offer? What if I fail? 

I noticed that these questions often arise for me in Writing, but never in Photography. Writing is definitely more vulnerable. It requires me to stand still and hold my reins firmly in the open fields of thought, in the land of “wild horses”. Writing takes me galloping on an emotional journey, and only if I am lucky (and blessed with unexplained divine intervention!), it brings me back to what is simple and real. Sigh. It is that good when the writing process comes full circle, isn’t it?

Photography, on the other hand, by its own mechanism, grants me permission to release, both the shutter and the expectation. It invites me to keep it simple: to show up and see, to focus and release. It is a process rooted in the present. It whispers to me: Come as you are. It seduces me: Whether you’ll miss it, like it or not, you’re about to enter the truth of a moment. How can one resist, right?

Indeed, it is in the merging of bot