As the crisp air began to infiltrate Gainesville last week, I retreated home to DeLand to soak in the last bit of summer. I basked in the warmth of the lights and the smells of fried everything at my local county fair.
As I darted between rides that night, I noticed just how classically beautiful the lit up sky was.
It was inspiring, really. In that moment, my creativity soared. My mind was racing back and forth, bouncing a million little ideas off each other inside my head.
If there’s one thing I have learned about creativity in my life, it’s that inspiration is simultaneously all around us and also fleeting. You have to take it and run with it when you can.
That’s precisely what I did that night. I snapped hundreds of photos, most of them from atop the Ferris wheel I’ll admit, but also many from the ground.
I didn’t know what I wanted to accomplish taking these photos, but in the moment I was overwhelmed with inspiration and my hands took control of the camera.
The photos could have ended up collecting dust, figuratively of course, on my hard drive, but the day came when my creativity enlivened itself again.
Those photos sparked this discussion about creativity. I say discussion because creativity is never a one-way sort of thing. It’s a back-and-forth dance of sort between the creator and the inspiration.
Looking back on that night, I am grateful for taking those photos. Without them, would this post have even been written? I guess I’ll never know.