The fly

I view the world threw a lens really. Like a photographer I tend to change the lens to match the need I have in-front of me. If I need to see an up close specimen I change my lense. My vantage point of the situation is one of focus and quiet determination. I observe all the crevices and details of the matter, sometimes taking a massive amount of time snapping shot after shot of it, just to try and get the correct angle so it speaks. Every item has a story to tell, everything has a history…even a fly has been places and seen things. That fly carries with it, the remnants of history and although may not have collected the parts of the world you or I would like to dream of vacationing, still, the fly has captured life.

I’ve never felt so small and yet overwhelmingly connected to history as when I saw the Redwoods in California. The very air I breathed had been cleaned and filtered by the same trees that someone thousands of years ago took in. Visiting this place, not only will I return soon, but I found myself beyond normal everyday inspiration. I wanted to capture every piece of it as much as I could. I couldn’t take pictures, so I did as I had once done when I was young.

For many years, I could not afford the luxury of a camera, instead I snapped shots in my head. When I was a child I would think, “How would I take this picture if I did have a camera” and shoot away I would! From landscapes to when I got older and was singing with groups that traveled, I would “pretend” shoot and banked photos for when I need it. The same went for the Redwoods.

In those mental photography moments, I wanted not only the up close rivets and shifts of bark, but the landscape of masterful beauty in my mental bottle. I took out my broad spectrum lens for those timeless mental embossing. I view the world like a photographer….so I take pictures too, but some are only meant for my mind to see and my eyes to absorb…the rest I get to share with you.