A Fleeting Moment of Beauty

Deep in the heart of a pristine, untouched wilderness, I sit perfectly still.  Nature whispers.  I listen.   I extend my hand.  She takes it.  We dance.  Life ignites.  The shutter clicks; in its echo, our dance continues eternally.

Clicks of the shutter and the moments they eternalize form the heartbeats of my soul. To me they are stepping stones across the waters of time, bread crumbs that chart the course of my life.  Days turn to years.  Behind me and ahead lay their trail.

Photography came into my life and changed it forever.  I remember sitting in offices, in classrooms before that, staring out the window dreaming of moments of awe that were vanishing unseen, uncherished; dreaming of wandering the wilds to find them.  The glint of light in a droplet of rain.  A colored leaf breaking free and falling from a branch.  Steam bleeding from the soil beneath a wildflower patch, moistening the petals in its ascent as sunlight melts the surrounding mist.

At the edge of some wild place, a fleeting moment of beauty that would have vanished unseen will be crystallized, given eternity.  And hopefully, given honor.  I will be there, humbled by the endeavor.

I am extending my hand.  Take it and follow along on my journey to capture nature’s hidden dance.