I set out for the North Hills yesterday afternoon to clear my mind. It was an overcast and windy day, so I was hoping to have the fields to myself. The only person I encountered was this man, who seemed to be walking for similar reasons. I forget that a large camera swinging around my neck is rather conspicuous to others, and was caught off guard when he asked if I was out to "find some pictures." It struck me that I often think of photography as actively going out and creating, rather than simply coming across something. I decided to stop thinking about form/negative space/light/etc., and let the pictures find me.