The sheer beauty of this place overwhelms me, and I leave this place transformed. My senses remain dazzled by all I’ve seen and heard, touching emotions that cannot be processed in anything approaching real-time.
I have been equally enchanted in periods of sun streaming through forest tops, wind so strong I struggle for balance, dreary rain, even while enshrouded in the mists of clouds. All this in the course of but five days.
I struggle constantly selecting which scenes to capture. Half of me shouts “Photograph every bit! All should enjoy this natural brilliance!” How do I select highlights when surrounded by highlights at every step? The demands of time force more selectivity, yet I would capture all if only I could find the way. I’ve passed up shots that could never measure up in a mere photograph to the experience.
What greater inspiration exists than astounding natural beauty? Does my life’s sum contribution even begin to balance the debt I owe to this place and others like it that I’ve experienced? I cannot imagine it can be anything near to equal, yet I strive to narrow the void.
The mountain and hill, lake and pond, field, glade and meadow, river, creek and stream are my true home, as they’ve always been.
I belong to this place, and it to me.