Sometimes, when the sun begins to set and the light is fading, I hand-hold the camera at slow shutter speeds. The motion caused by my breathing finds its way into the photograph, and the effect can be lovely. Solid objects, like buildings, change; no longer just fixed, they shimmer and vibrate and, in this instance, their colors become soft and bright. Sometimes, I can be too fixed, or stubborn. At other times I vacillate, unwilling to take a stand I would respect myself for. Every time I see fixity and change, hardness and softness put together in art or in a person, I feel more hopeful about myself.