My camera has become my drug, altering my senses making the ordinary, extraordinary. Once I would have found a tiny spider aloft a flower bud boring or gross. I might have passed it by unnoticed or even worse disturbed it in my rush. It is unlikely that I would have paused to watch it string its web or that I might begin to look for it and wait for the perfect shot. Without my camera, I may have missed the moment when it becomes a thing of beauty.