The picture is nothing. A cloud, a sky, the kind of frame that gets scrolled past without a thought. It matters because of what it taught me, which is that I was paying attention to something I didn’t yet have a word for. I framed it before I knew what framing was. I noticed the starkness before I knew that was the reason. After that, I started looking at the world the way photographers look at it. Tens of thousands of frames later, that’s still the part that hasn’t changed.
