I still get a rush when taking photos. My heart races and my animal instinct kicks in. I go into auto mode. Out of body experience maybe? In the zone. Nothing else matters. My happy place. Mediation magnified. I reach enlightenment when my face rests on the back of the camera. Panic, frenzy and deep calm all into one. I’ts a Jeffrey. Yes, photography induced Jeffrey. So just stroke the furry wall. (If you didn’t understand that last reference watch the movie Get Him to the Greek)
It’s like the lens is the perfect filter for all of the bull in the world. I can see through people. I feel like a superhero with my cam. I have the ability to chat with people’s souls like the little dude on The Sixth Sense.
Only a photographer would understand.