What a glorious morning!
(Seems like I say that a lot. Oh, well! It’s always true!)
Colder this morning than it was yesterday, but absolutely no air movement up on the overlook; buildings sending out plumes of heat exhaust were rising straight up. And just a few clouds on the horizon offering some vivid color. The sun rose clear and bright and orangey-gold, but the grasses of the Bluff reflected back that beautiful reddish shade that’s so full of life and color.
But the real prize was on the way home.
Yesterday’s fog left the Bluff untouched, but near the Belle Creek the fog settled and froze on every branch and stick and blade of old, dried grass. In the darkness before dawn, none of it was visible, but coming home with the light of the morning sun coming just over the hill, everything sparkled and shone.
Recently I’ve been feeling very inadequate. Personal difficulties, financial worries, unfair comparisons, lack of support, it all contributes and underscores the insidious feelings of “less than” despite my best efforts to counteract and replace them with something better. So this morning when the silvery sparkle of frost-coated old growth caught my eye, my first thought was, “Even if I try, I won’t get anything worth looking at. I’ll do it all wrong.”
But I stopped anyway, because the next thought was a replay in memory of research, prior attempts, longing to capture the shine for others to see and enjoy, and a feeling of what could it hurt, to practice and see what I get? The composition is still lacking, but yes, it is possible for the camera to capture frost- and snow-glitter!