It was the kind of week that brings defeat on so many levels
that you wonder if you will even survive. But I refused to let it define my
weekend and so I arose before the dawn and headed to the lake in order to
rejuvenate the soul.
I decided to take inspiration from the Arthurian legend
of old and as I drew the sword from the lake’s edge, the horizon began to
bleed until all about was the crimson promise of better days ahead.
Though the next battles await with the arrival of another
week, I am ready to face them armed with the knowledge that Mother Nature (the
true lady of the lake) is always by my side!
Hope these images from this morning add a bit of color and
energy into your own week!
Yesterday morning’s outing found me in the company of some
friends near the Skyway Bridge at low tide. My science teacher friend, her kids
and I meandered through the shallow pools finding all sorts of wonderful
All the starfish we came across were still alive and
we made sure they still would be when the tide returned. It is a true breath of
fresh air to be with young kids that love and respect their environment. It
gives me hope for the future.
Aiming for the stars and interplanetary travel are themes
that feed fantasies of so many of us as we are taught at an early age about
exploring space. Yet the true beauty of the galaxy lies here at our feet, if we
will only take the time to look for it!
It is such an abstract notion. I learned years ago the truth
that lived in the old saying “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”.
Which clearly determines that the “eye of the beholder” is
the key ingredient in the determination of someone or something being
This gorgeous old can, sitting in the salt waters of Tampa
Bay, slowly but surely returning in mineral form to the world that gave birth
to it … how could I not behold its beauty? The colors, the texture, the shapes
… nature reclaiming a man-made item so that one day all that will exist of it
is this picture. I hope you see the beauty here …
So I have finished my sunrise shoot this morning and am
about to get in my car, when I notice out of the corner of my eye how the
golden sun is catching the dew that sits on my car roof.
It never ceases to amaze me how just taking that one final
look can produce a memorable image.
This is why my mantra over the years has become that of
slowing down and letting the eyes provide the window while the heart looks for
its moment. I am just restating an old saying of taking the time to stop and
smell the roses, but as we each head into another New Year, I wish for each of
us a string of moments that our heart has seen and not just our eyes.