Time

Years ago, I remember I used to make fun of my Grandma, and how she would always comment about how quickly time flies. As a child, time drags its feet eternally it seems. Each day, week, month, seems like double that amount. Frequently finding one's self saying, "I'm bored! There's nothing to do!", is a common place thing. Well no more do I think my grandmother was crazy. I can relate!

I wish I could go back to those days. Not to being a child again, but to where time stops flying by. A mere month ago I wrote how I would have photos to show for the exhibition night this month, but now I wonder if I will even have time to make a selection, let alone do any editing. There has simply been NO time! Work, cooking meals, entertaining a two and a half year old, and then flopping into bed in sheer exhaustion seems to be par for the course this month. Toss in a handful of hours spent tending to the mowing, weed eating, caring for a friend's animals while she is out of town, and a few late nights of work, and that has consumed my month.

I will try to at least select 5 or 6 shots tonight for exhibition night, but I am holding my hopes exceedingly low. Why? So that I don't feel so bad if it just doesn't happen. I have been mulling this choice over in my head for a week and I can think of at least 3 to take with me from my hike from Castlewood Canyon a few weeks back. Still need a couple more.

Over the last few months I have discovered certain things I like to photograph range from the simple, close-up wildflower shot, to dead, scraggly old trees to cloud formations. In particular I have a strong draw to the beautiful storm cloud formations that appear before big, nasty, thundstorms move in. The clouds fascinate me. The power they hold within, the beauty as they build higher and higher into the sky and the light reflects off the sides of them. I can't even put into words the beauty I find in them when they are lit up by lightning from within. Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. There is a photographer whose name escapes me right now, but who spends his career taking shots of lightning. I want to walk in those shoes one day. To have some of the shots he has taken and claim them for my very own. I will do it, you just watch!

Don't even get me started on the scraggly old, dead trees. Why I am attracted to them I don't really know. Somehow I find beauty in their death. The circle of life kind of thing I guess. Maybe it is because it reminds me how quickly time is passing me by and how I have all these things I want to do before time runs out. That's more likely now that I think on it...