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Today I look back on the day when I was moved to take my first photograph. Something stirred inside me when I saw that doorwayāthe missing letters from the sign and the faded markings left behind reminded me of the days of my youth. Back then, with a Nikon D200 strapped around my neck, I had wandered around alleys and abandoned spaces to seek out unseen and unappreciated beauty and capture it for my school project. Inspired by a book that I had seen in a bookstore on a recent holiday, I framed my shot, and as I clicked the shutter, the horses trotting by found their way into what was meant to be the first picture in a new endeavour.
My first attempt at getting things going didnāt quite pan out, unsurprisingly, and what I have here right now, though meagre, is nothing short of significant and something Iām very thankful for. I feel that my life is finally branching into a different trajectory after having wandered in circles for what seems like forever. Today I want to remember divine guidance in finding an urgent letter, waking in the nick of time after missing my nap alarms and having a desire for and delighting in the Word. Life has been so much more recently than all it has been for the longest time before.