Thursday, January 10, 2013
ACROSS A PAINTED SKY
Life is made up of moments.
The right moment can define and change us for all the years to come. A moment can give joy, laughter, hope, deliver insight, introduce love.
A moment can make our life…or break it.
The wrong moment can destroy us, allow egregious damage, set us upon a faulty path, or end our life in an instant.
Most moments, of course, aren't nearly so monumental. In fact, most moments come and go leaving us blithely unaware of their passing. Which may be a good thing. But every once in a while you experience a moment which—while not earth-shattering—enriches and uplifts your day.
I had such a moment yesterday evening on the way back from the grocery. I'd detoured to drive past a swath of prairie which I hadn't seen for a couple of months. Maybe, I thought, I could make a picture or two of big bluestem against the melting snow. But by the time I arrived, it was all but dark. Too dark for my intended photography.
Then I heard their cries and looked up. Geese! A ragged, weaving string of them, winging across a painted sky. I framed, focused, shot. And then I watched…watched until the two-dozen or so big Canadas disappeared from view beyond a low hill. It didn't take long, only a moment—but it was the best moment I had all day.