365 Project: Day 324.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
[PS: In case you were wondering, formal religion is not really my thing, but I know a good verse when I read one…]
Day 314… and the poles mark the line in their own way, crooked like teeth, tall like trees, stitching the hill with their humming lines. This is their hill, and beyond.
Day 280. That moment when the sun finally sets, leaving behind just a glow, no more warmth, no more light… Not quite an aurora, and certainly not that green flash when it sets over water, but powerful and moving to see nonetheless…
Day 278. Through the darkness, a single light… a beacon in the woods, shining against the spreading night…
Day 267. Another cold, grey morning. Lying in bed, trying to work up the will to go out and shoot, on another cold, grey morning. I decide to go. The light is flat, dull, and I think of something I read, where the difference between a good and a bad photo, more often than not, can be determined in the first instance by the quality of the light. This morning’s light is lacking in quality. Still, I push on. As I drive up and out of the valley, suddenly the clouds part, just for the very briefest of moments, just a breath in the sky, exhale and it’s gone. But in that moment, the whole valley was flooded with light, catching the mist creeping its way along the river. As it burns away in the shock of it all, I’m there, for once, camera in hand.
Sharon suggests that I might be learning patience. Maybe. I tend to think it was just bloody-mindedness, stubbornness, something like that. Maybe they are all the same thing?