My in-laws started a wonderful tradition of getting together at the Devil’s Thumb every Jan/Feb in CO. Of course this is a skiing weekend, and some quality time with the family. My skiing skills are borderline acceptable, but then I excel at other areas! From last couple of years I have mostly been shooting Porta. This year it was M2, and last year was Mamiya M7 II.
These were shot on December 10, 2017. Our first cookie party in our new house, and we had few friends over. My wife was playing our friend’s daughter, and was very beautifully back lit. I was in and out of the living room, I saw the moment/light, and grabbed my M9. and asked her to stay still. These are the moments where I see the magic of CCD sensor in M9. I think I should write my impressions about M9!
Getting +\- 16″ of snow in a weekend is news to the ones who live in the PNW, perhaps not to anyone else! These are straight from iPhone. I might post some portraits I took of my wife during our walks, as there wasn’t any other form of exercise possible, we just walked and walked!
After surviving a snow storm in the PNW, I am thinking about the last summer. This was the first time our Pear tree in last 2 years bear so many Pears [Ha!] We had to spray most of the tree with anti-fungal oil. I believe we only picked 2/3rd of the pears, and we gave away alot to neighbors & friends!
The textures, the grains, the contours, and the subtle light barely brushing the surface of, perhaps, a very old log sitting quietly in a meadow of wild flowers, perhaps an irony or perhaps the system displaying the very core of the reality and the truth behind the nature of how the nature evolves and moves on.
The nature doesn’t dwell on what was or what could be. It is one of the most cruelest form of surgeons, either consciously or subconsciously.
My existence or my presence in a scene is so transient in the grand scheme of things that it makes me more than nervous. The log and the bark were there all along, perhaps years before I even existed. and it may survive after I vanish. I am the visitor here with the least amount of time, and I am in the presence of something which has survived for what seems like ages.
The feeling of smallness is way more than real. I can’t help appreciate the system’s impartiality and its ability to move on regardless of what role one played in a system. No matter how giant the tree was and how important a role it played in the ecosystem, now the tree and the squirrel rest in the same ground. It ended when the time was right, not less, not more; just right.
How could a system create something like me who survives in dwelling and struggles to move on? At times it feels like rolling a giant boulder uphill. I am part of the system, perhaps inactive and partially vocal, but I cannot deny the fortune of just being able to observe and ponder what once was and how peacefully it’s waiting to return where it came from.