I’ve often wished that I could take pictures with my eyes. I’d love to show you an image of a vulture that attempts a landing on a tree branch. As the vulture settles, the dead branch breaks and falls to earth. The vulture dropped a couple of feet, built up enough air speed, and then soared away. I saw it, but can only talk about it now.
There have been countless other times I’ve seen a meteor, a landscape or critters just living out the drama that we call life. I’ve so wanted to capture those moments and share them with you. Meditating on this, I realized that I do capture those images on the imperfect canvas of my memory.
Last night, it happened again. The sun was setting as I looked out the window. Wow! The sky was glowing with the red-shifted light of the setting sun. I wanted to capture that so I ran to the office as fast as I could gimp. With camera in hand, I went out onto the front deck to capture this image:
Too late! The magic was gone. The camera never sees what the eyes do anyway.
Those grapes were probably sour. So why should I care?