Hipstamatic photos are a current guilty pleasure of mine but it has taken me awhile to figure out exactly why. They remind me of looking out from when the sun gets caught in the fringes of my eyelashes. The shattering of light makes it seem like the landscape has been bathed in gold. Do you know what I mean? The effect is at once dreamy and gleaming and it illustrates that there is real mystery out there among what has become familiar. It is possible to venture into another place that resembles what is known, but is ever so gently altered in a softer, brighter, more blissful way. The journey there is not made over roads or trails but by standing at the edge of the field and allowing oneself to be transported by light.
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