I shot a wedding this afternoon. It went very well and I had a great time especially since the wedding hosting quite a few people I know—including an old roommate I don’t get to see very often.

But things didn’t start out that way. A series of hardware malfunctions resulted in some unexpected twists to the day and to my usual routine. What suffered the most was my routine and my working methods. But because of all the freak hardware occurrences, I quickly became convinced that the product was suffering badly. I only had a little 3 inch preview to go by and I quickly became distraught.

My assistant and second photographer encouraged me to stay positive through the ordeal, but I’d already made some internal commitments to preemptive frustrations. Convinced that I wasn’t getting my shots, it’s like I began to enter my frustration before even necessarily having any confirmation that it was justified.

Of course, when I got home it didn’t take very long at all to realize that the were no only unjustified, but down right silly. The photographs are some of my favorites yet.

I would be lying if I said that this wasn’t a regular attitude for me. I tend to fear the worst, even when having no reason to. When it comes to photography, I’m learning, for morals sake, that it’s crucial to live only in the current moment. Exist only with the picture that’s asking to be taken right now.

But it’s also made me realize that I live much of my life in exactly this way. I will often forfeit positive emotions, long before I have good reason to, simply in anticipation of their loss.

I would like to refine my attitude both behind the lens of my camera, and the lens of my life. I think it will bring mark improvements to both.