Jennifer
I once saw a photograph that my Uncle had taken before he was killed and I can still see it clear as day. The sky was a beautiful blue and there were perfect puffy clouds scattered about just at the top of a line of trees at the edge of a field. I wondered why he had taken a photo with nothing in it. There were no people or animals or even a building or a car, there was nothing. After staring at it and noticing that it wasn't the only of it's kind in the three picture frame, I realized that there was something there. He saw something that he felt was worth capturing and he didn't care if anyone else saw it or not, it was beautiful to him and so it was.