Saturday, March 5, 2016

Waiting For Perfect

The skies today were cloudless and the bluest of blue. As per usual I slipped my iPhone aka camera into my pocket and began my walk viewing my world through the grateful eye of a photographer. Lingering snow piled on the edge of the dirt road to camp. Dust stirred up as a FedEx truck passed; gravel clicked under the tread of tires. Silence followed for a short time cracked by the call of a chick-a-dee in the distance. Blow downs leaned over each other while moss draped boulders standing on the edge of the forest seemed to be illuminated by the sun. I plunged my hand into my pocket considering a photo, dismissing one shot after another awaiting the perfect image. Moments later the rush of water filled my ears as I walked onto the simple wooden bridge the one Jerry's grandmother refused to cross in an automobile. She feared it would give way under the weight of vehicles filled with family. She hopped out of the car and crossed on foot. This the same stream my husband as a young boy spent days and days fishing and battling mosquitoes. The sun glistened. The perfect shot. I shuffled a foot to the right then back to the left adjusting the angle. Perfect indeed. Pressing the "shutter" I smiled waiting for the audio indicating engagement. Nothing. I squinted. Facing the sun I lifted the screen only to receive the dreaded message: Unable to take photo. Storage is full.  Maybe my Nikon isn't so bad after all!

7 comments:

PaulaBourque said...

Your words painted a more perfect picture than your camera ever could. Really beautiful post. Looking forward to more 'slices'. Keep on waiting for that 'perfect' and in the meantime, keep capturing the 'now'so eloquently!!

Heather Dorr said...

What beautiful imagery! Thank you for including sensory details. My favorite was the clicking gravel under the tires. I think some of the best moments are those we don't capture with a camera, but instead get to keep for ourselves. This reminds me of when my parents drove my brother and 10-year-old me across the country. We stopped at Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park. Dad took pictures as the geyser erupted. When it was done he asked, "How was it?" We have almost an entire roll of film capturing the spew of hot water and steam but he didn't really SEE it happen. The view from a camera lens is much different than that from our own eyes.

Katy Collins said...

Beautiful slice! I felt like I was immersed in your world for a moment, seeing what you were seeing. It is too bad your iphone failed you at the perfect moment, but I think you captured it just as well with your slice! :)

Katy Collins said...

Beautiful slice! I felt like I was immersed in your world for a moment, seeing what you were seeing. It is too bad your iphone failed you at the perfect moment, but I think you captured it just as well with your slice! :)

travelinma said...

Missing the event happened to me so many times during Isaiah's basketball games. Disappointing that you can't fully engage during the capture. I want it all!

travelinma said...

Thanks so much.

travelinma said...

Oh, I appreciate your comments and everyone else's so much!