Sometimes I don’t take the camera
I don’t always take the camera and tonight, on the evening walk with Karl, I did not. There was nothing extra out of the ordinary on our walk. It was a beautiful early evening after a beautiful day – blue sky, wispy clouds, a breeze which occasionnally gusted to that wondrous, soulful song in the upper branches of the pine trees.
I saw several views that would make wonderful photos – I stood and looked and thought… I never, NEVER fail to wonder at the GRACE of God, good fortune, karma – whatever and however you think – that brought me to this place to live – for even a moment.
I looked at the mountain peaks that I am so familiar with – and you regular readers probably are also! But the light, the clouds, the shadows, the colors – they seem different on every walk – and I see them two and sometimes three times a day.
Tonight, there were no extra-ordinary colors, no unusual light – only the peaks of the Swan Range of the Rocky Mountains backlit by a soft blue sky and light wispy clouds – clouds and sky that appeared to have been done by a skilled watercolorist.
Sometimes, I don’t take the camera, because the camera cannot capture all of the beauty and wonder of the moment… only a glimpse.