There’s a moment where you stop yourself and you think, “Is this the kind of person I’ve become? Degraded to taking faux-sensitive snapshots of pretty insects and flowers? Didn’t I see that in American Beauty? Soon I’ll be 50. Soon I’ll find that I’ve done something awful like put up a photo portfolio website full of this stuff and I’ll have my name all written in cursive font even though it’s not my handwriting. I’ll offer to sell prints but after no one buys I’ll settle by just making a quick 25 bucks and give them up to Getty.” but then you kinda shrug your shoulders and you take the photo anyway. What can I say, I like dragonflies.