I drove up to Wilmington and back yesterday. On the way, I drove into the sun and noticed that it was catching on the large crack that has appeared in the middle of our windshield.

On the way back, I was passed by a big truck.

Both moments were completely mundane and unremarkable. Both have been preserved in photographs, made into something beautiful (I would argue). The act of taking pictures seems to be fundamentally about directing focus. Suddenly I find myself noticing more, framing shots in my mind. There was a whole world of amazing small things between here and Wilmington that I’d driven past 100 times before and never seen.