There is a scenic vista everyone takes pictures of in our town--and when I say everyone, I mean, I googled it and found multiple reproductions of it, even one offered on one of those mass market art websites. But when my favorite local photographer captured it on an autumn day, I realized however “mainstream” or reproduced the view may have become, its beauty is authentic.
Unlike the dories or the catboat, this isn’t a photo I’ve struggled to take. The view has been there, unwrapped like an opened present the hundreds of times I’ve crossed the bridge in front of it over the years. There are some things though, that never fail to reach our vulnerable places, scenes that make us stop and swallow the view like morsels of aching wonder.
Lately, I’ve lost the rhythm in my days. My back hurts sitting at the computer, which I’ve blamed on lack of exercise, but since I spend two hours a day trying to write, before I sit for five hours in front of a computer at work, this creates a challenge. To try to loosen things up, both physically and mentally, I decided to try to get back to the routine of early morning walks this week. Now, my back still hurts and I’m even more behind in my writing.
But I got these.
Hope your weekend is filled with reflective images!
