days like today are off the charts on the list of experiences that I don’t want to miss. It was simply my good fortune that the company I work for decided to open on a delayed schedule, giving me two extra hours. Two extra hours on a bright, sunny, blue-skied morning that followed on the heels of a big, heavy snow. As I look out my windows, I see that overnight, the entire world has been turned into a painting and I, being mortal, have it in my mind that I’m going to try to capture it; freeze it as it looks to me. Hoping to do it justice.
I know when I’ve nailed a shot. I don’t know a photographer who doesn’t. Ansel Adams was quoted as saying “Sometimes I get there just at the moment God wants someone to click the shutter”. He knew. That moment the shutter snaps, I am without doubt that even if nothing else I have shot the entire day satisfies me, this one shot will make every minute worth it.
There isn’t always “that shot”, though. Some days, there is a handful of mediocre photographs and nothing that stands out. There isn’t that one; the image that is full of words and in the words within the image, beauty. That’s what I strive for, what I aspire to do; at times, it is all I can think about. If only there was more time.
This day, the epitome of a winter morning, the kind of day I fantasize about; today, pure and simply, leaves me speechless. Let the images speak for themselves.