I’ve demonstrated some modicum of skill with photography, flat horizon sunset photography in particular. And yet it is not enough. It’s no longer getting it done for me. It all feels like a wash, rinse, repeat exercise in both futility and repetition. Like eating the same dry piece of toast each morning with the same familiar disdain of a routine unwanted.
Leave it to a sunset to bring pause to a racing mind. A pause long enough to strike the muse and leave the photographer trying about lines of poetry. The result may not be great, but the effort is always worthwhile.
Whether by fall or by autumn, people love this time of year. I counted myself among their number as a child, but as an adult it has not been so. This has proved a season of struggle. I seek to recapture the magic I once knew. I yearn to dance again with Autumn.
Sometimes what we need is a little push out the door. A small dose of unexpected encouragement to get us off the couch, literally. Jon Carr provided said encouragement when he reached out to let me know 4 September’s sunset meant business. Thanks to my friend I got out and got this shot.
There is magic in a sunset. There is healing, comfort, and ease. There is awe in a sunset. There is the unexpected in the familiar. No matter how many times you see it, it is always unique. The sunset is the sunshine in the dark.
Time may not be on our side and yet we soldier on and endure. We bide our time, turn to our strengths and cultivate purpose to prepare for the renaissance. Time will come to order again. The arrow of time, never directionless, will reassert its dominion and the universe will unfold as it should.
Creative expression comes in many forms. Here, a day removed from my 38th birthday, I share a poem to dance with my photograph. Touching on the themes of time, age, and acceptance as we grapple with inevitability.
Reflective mirrored photography dazzles the imagination. Our own Mirror of Erised. Cedar Run’s watery mirror has me thinking on my own life. It also affords an opportunity to share some quick reflections about myself with you.
Sunset at the salt marsh delivered big time in summer 2020; and that’s with me missing several great sunsets and thunderstorms. Sunsets come in bunches and summer 2020 stands testament. Sure, winter may still hold the title, but summer means business, too.
Subtle yet profound moments on the salt marsh deliver big healing. Where the wind takes a breath and the still waters turn to unbroken mirrored reflections. When the pastels glow peace between pilings you know your time is come.