Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Swimming In Winter's Reflection

Some moments I'm so compelled to capture something that it's not even an option, it's a need. I was somewhere in the middle of nowhere driving through Washington on a chilly white winter evening, when I was caught by the perfect beauty of the hoar frost coating the tumbleweeds, fence line, and trickling off into the horizon. There was such a perfect balance of soft evening light casting gently off the quiet frost of the sleeping earth and highlighting the intricate detail of the crystals of frost. I found myself oblivious to the temperature, wind, and passing semis. I was awestruck by nature. This fleeting five minutes of remaining light bubbled up urgency and excitement. Listening to my inner artist clearly, twisting frozen fingers around my camera tweaking exposures and depth of filed to highlight and capture this fleeing moment of stunning beauty, unappreciated and unnoticed by a soul, yet so precious to me it took my breath away. As suddenly as it had appeared it was gone, and with glee in my heart I crawled back into the heat of the car to review the gems. Nature is the grandest artist of all, limitless and capable of covering an entire country delicately, to such precision one could never reproduce.

Winter is a time to reflect, muse over our triumphs and short comings, goals, dreams, and redefine ourselves gently cultivating the desire and clarity so we can birth ourselves once again in the Spring. Honor your quiet, rebuild, redefine, and muse.
 











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