Rodney Margison

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As I begin writing this, I am sitting on the balcony of our sixth-floor suite at the West Baden Springs Hotel in southern Indiana. My wife, Linda, and I are here with my work family on a “business retreat.” (That’s what we’re calling it, at least.) Our magazine traded a one-night stay for eight people, along with three nice meals each, for an equal value in advertising space. We jumped on the chance to bond as a team and break away from day-to-day stresses of the deadline-driven magazine cycle.

I used to passionately believe that photography was a science, not an art. As a college student studying photojournalism, I often shared that opinion with anyone who would listen. One of my friends at the time was an art major, with a photography emphasis—we argued about this a lot. And while there is definitely a strong science element to photography, I’m not ashamed to admit that I was wrong—photography is an art.