Look closely and the world looks like a different place. A beautiful flower, incredible. At close range, it is otherworldly.
Many people obsess about keeping the subject of their photograph in focus. How every part of the image has to be sharp. How great the bokeh is. And all that stuff. Sometimes, you just have to take a picture that you have in your mind. And if that means the subject is not in focus, then so be it. Is everything sharp? Is that what’s really important? Photography is about light. And a photograph is something that makes you feel something. The sharpest lens on the best camera in the world? No, but I like what I saw through the lens of my camera. Pictures of the setting sun, even when though the sun is not in focus. It makes me appreciate the beauty of the world around us.
I look up a pink hued sky
And my heart beats in rhythm
With nature’s beauty, enveloping me
With warmth in the still cold April day
I gaze upward, and in the midst of the cherry canopy
I see a flower, standing still, yet moving me
My soul trembles with joy
And for a moment, an instant
The spirit of love overwhelms me
And my heart, changed, is finally free
Embraced by an ephemeral beauty
That lasts an eternity
The you realize seeing things in black and white is not necessarily a bad thing. Just ask Edward Weston.
Springtime Flowers. If you look really close, you get distracted by the abstract.
A beautiful morning to go to the wildlife refuge and look (and photograph) birds and other wildlife was in the offing on the last day of March, 2018. Unfortunately, errands must be run (life is not all for the birds after all). With camera in hand, the trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles was at least uninteresting. April, here we come.
And it was wonderful! With my son (young then) looking at the pristine blue waters of Crater Lake, the beauty of the Cascades was in full view. If Bend was beautiful, the view from the snow covered edge of the caldera that forms the lake is nothing but spectacular. The blue waters. The strong springtime winds. The setting sun. And getting used to snowshoes.
My older son is in college now. His younger sibling will soon follow. Each second seems long enough, but the years spent with the children seems all too short. The transient nature of every moment. Each slice of time unique. Some joyful. Some challenging. All part of lives lived and still being lived. A lot has been told. A lot has yet to unfold.
Life is indeed beautiful. From the places that we visit and look on in awe. To the short moments that we share with each other. Each day unique. Each day a chance to appreciate the world that we live in. And hopefully, in our own way, moments lived making a world that is a better place for all who live in it.