Time Flies

Wow, it's amazing how fast time goes by.  I guess that's why I take pictures.  It's really the only way we have of holding onto moments that would otherwise fade from view.  Photographs allow us to hold onto that sliver of time as it rushes by.  Without photographs, we are left with our blurred and distorted remembrances of life as we thought it was.  But pictures rekindle the emotions, feelings and moments that led up to and follow any given marker of a life lived.  They aren't always accurate renditions of what might have been truly happening but they allow a starting point.  And, the view captured by the photographer isn't always the view seen by anyone else experiencing the same time in the same place.  I've shot a lot of pictures of people as they live their lives.  In the past nine years of living in a place of splendid natural beauty I've added nature photography to the things I train my lens on. I once mistakenly thought that shooting pictures of a mountain or a beautiful lake wasn't all that interesting or challenging because, after all, it never changes.  A mountain is always a certain height, a lake always a certain depth. But, I've come to realize, that misses the point.  It's a view that eliminates the effects of the passage of time on the visual.  Nowhere has that lesson been more clearly learned than out my back window every day.  I am so lucky to have a view that let's me see, on a moment by moment basis sometimes, that life is a series of moments, always changing, no matter which way I look.  On this day, I looked at my cherished view of Mt. Hood and saw something I have never seen before and will never see again.  But, because I can shoot a picture of it, I can remember the beauty as it was in that moment.  I am thrilled to share it here with you.