What happens to a completely ordinary life — the commute, the campus walk, the boring Tuesday — when a camera comes along for all of it.

Seven forty-two in the morning, a train platform you've stood on five hundred times — and this morning, because of a small weight against your hip, you finally notice the light coming down the stairwell is gold. It's been gold every clear morning for years. You've just never had a reason to catch it.

This week I'm talking about carrying a camera every day. Not on trips — on Tuesdays, to work, to class, to the dentist. It's the question I get more than any other: "Dan, I love all this, but my life isn't photogenic." The first week, the weight is luggage; somewhere in week two it becomes a promise: on duty for noticing. I'll tell you about the commuter, whose bus ride became a hunting ...