The other day while at work, I was shoveling snow outside. It was the sort of day where the light was simply perfect; a strong, but soft light was cast evenly everywhere and each color had its own individual voice amplified. As snow fell, slowly but evenly, the surrounding areas essentially looked like a post card. The air itself was humid and heavy, it almost felt too warm to be winter. If I were to shoot winter-time landscapes I couldn’t have asked for better conditions to work with. However, I didn’t have my camera. I did have my phone, but I almost felt like I would have cheapened the experience by taking token snapshots just to appease my need to document, to me it seemed like I would be like one of those people who watches a concert through the screen on their phone. I could have documented, or even explored those conditions with my phone’s camera but I chose not to. I instead chose to just experience what I was seeing, which I’m sure sounds a little strange coming from someone who spends a great deal of their time photographing and, in a sense, documenting things. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get exactly the photos I would have wanted so I figured that I would instead just try to experience what was around me, which was honestly more fulfilling than if I had given in to my photographer’s impulses and begun firing away. You can’t always capture every moment, but you can certainly experience them.