Sunday, May 26, 2013
It Feels Right. It Feels Good.
When I was a kid I spent much of my time in the woods, high in a tree viewing the world through leafy green, in a field of wild berries or near the banks of a rushing stream near my house. A curious explorer. It felt right. It felt good. So I kept placing myself in the wild. No matter where I was in the world, it became a familiar place.
Grasping the lens of my Nikon camera that hangs around my neck, I feel its' weight poised for the next shot. Senses heighten. I notice things, I might otherwise miss. My camera holds all possibilities in capturing my view of the world. Now, this is the way I explore the world-remembering time and place. I notice. Again, I am a curious explorer. It feels right. It feels good.