Action-packed family field trip yesterday via the new green line train to St. Paul. We visited the Science Museum of Minnesota, had lunch, and explored our twin city, all in honor of Sawyer’s 11th birthday. From pre-history to the farthest reaches of space and back to Minneapolis, all in one day. What a ride! What a kid!
I’m guessing that each of us, at one time, has envied the birds. The freedom and grace of their flight. Their security and strength in the midst of thin air. And the way they can be here one moment and, in the next, disappear.
If I could only photograph one thing for the rest of my life, I would choose reflection. There is always something there. Movement, layering, distortion. It’s like going through the looking glass and meeting reality’s alter ego.
Another sign of spring: the prairie burn is complete. It looks awful at first, but it’s really just a big black, blank canvas. Soon, the green will appear and the wild, joyous riot of the prairie will return in full force.
After the long wait, spring still manages to surprise me. I especially admire those blooms that arrive well before any foliage. They are especially plucky. I hope they remain undaunted when the snow comes…
It’s been a long couple of weeks in the ‘real life’ o-sphere.
Then, last night around 9:30, I was just wrapping up work when I realized I hadn’t taken a picture all day.
Cue the Hail Mary.
The image I ended up creating doesn’t shout like the Guns N’ Roses-inspired post title. It doesn’t convey the Calgon-take-me-away vibe that is a heavily recurring theme around here lately. But, this surprisingly pleasing image did restore my faith in the daily practice.
Picking up my camera forces me to focus. That, in turn, requires me to breath. To be calm. And, then, I’m lost in the process and everything else falls away. That’s what this picture expresses: the art born out of the crisis. The calm after the storm.