DREAMING OF PHOTOGRAPHS

I had another dream where i'm walking around taking these incredibly beautiful photographs. Each time i have one of these dreams, i wake up being disappointed. i don't know where i'm at while taking them, it always seems to be somewhere strange and unfamiliar but each photo is a perfect composition, a story with depth and beautiful layers. No faults or imperfections...just pure beauty and im not critical of them like i usually am. i love and hate this experience...in one sense i know i'm seeing something beyond what i could possibly find in a normal day to day but at the same rate, i wake up and to my dismay i realize it never happened. The first few minutes of waking up..groggy and eyes barely open, there is still some glimmer of hope that it may have really happened...and then when i finally wake up...i realize it was only a glorious dream of photo perfection. These dreams always feel magical...as if there is an extra level of control beyond me and a divine timing of the elements that form the photograph...each image comes together effortlessly like magic. This is what i strive for everyday - to create magic in each photograph i take, while asleep or awake.