Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Captured
I try to catch the light.
The sun sinking into Lake Superior.
The glow of the old picnic table.
The daisies haloed by the dime store lamp.
I take pictures each time I’m here as if I’m a tourist and marveling from scratch.
I’ve taken thousands of pictures here but I never look at them. It is the taking of them that has meaning, the commemoration of whatever it was that struck me as perfect in that moment. Tonight, it was the sinking sun, the glow on the ancient wood of the picnic table, and the wild daisies that just moments before grew tangled in the sand near the back door.
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Oddly (or not?) it’s the picnic table one that really moves me. With the expanse of grass and sand and the sliver of lake in the background, I am right.there. So thank you.
And, yes, it’s the taking of the picture that somehow seals the moment.
I jumped into Lake Superior once! That was my only acquaintance with it and was only there on a drive from Buffalo back to Oregon. I recall it was indeed very cold.
I love your photos. To me the second best thing about my mobile phone is the camera.
You’ve caught perfection, Jan.
I know what you mean. Taking a photo gives us an excuse to look deeper and longer.