Photography permits me to indulge in fleeting moments, but only if I take the time to slow, observe, and wait.
As I hike Spring Lake Park, the transitory nature of the lake, the earth, and the wildlife are revealed. Within a few steps and moments, the lake has changed from a moody gray to a view worthy of an Impressionist painter.
With each step, I see new lake faces.
Spring Lake’s summer gold grasses’ gentle movement mesmerize me as I stop and sit on a bench.
Later, I spy a black-crowned heron perched on a rock in a sea of algae. I sit down along the water’s edge and watch the heron.
The heron moves deliberately and without concern. He is completely in the present moment. Suddenly, he decides to leave.
Without taking the time to look and slow down, these fleeting moments are missed.