"Your eyes are on," Robin says, as I stop yet again to photograph something that has grabbed me as we walk by. Flowers on a tablecloth, through a restaurant window. Vent ducts on a white wall. A moss covered stairway.
I’ve stopped to photograph the view from the bridge over Ravenna Gorge, bare white branches and a footpath.. Click, click, click. But no whirr. "It still sounds like there’s no film in the camera," I say.
"Doug, there’s no film in the camera."
"Walk ahead," I say, and photograph Robin from behind as she crosses the bridge. I snap about twenty frames, at various shutter speeds.
"Tell me about it."
"Maybe you should pretend you have film in the camera. Then you’d have less work."