I work in a place where photography is forbidden. The one thing that takes my breath away, that I can do completely in the moment, be present I am forbidden to do for the majority of the day. It is painful. To see moments after moment. Picture perfection after perfection. Steam rising, water falling, flares flaring to just appreciate it as it is wo even possibility to capture to preserve and cherish. It's beautiful in itself that I can't photograph. There is a lesson in that also, I pay attention to it. The patience I learn. It forces me to observe and mentally plan and mentally create and make photos in a way that I can only hope to one day actually do. It is how I treat most of my photography, save for the candid, as a fly on the wall observing, returning, watching like prey. Studying. And then when read shooting.