Friday, April 13, 2012

Along The Way

My friend PT has been blogging about her adventure in India at sweet I've enjoyed reading her moving entries when I'm unwinding at night decompressing after a long day in Africa. I'm reposting a poem from her blog, author unknown, about the moments captured through the lens. My camera has been a steadfast companion these past two years and my photography has been greatly enhanced by my travels. I'm grateful for these two passions and the time I have to indulge them.

Along the Way

Along the way,
a moment shimmers into being,
frames itself
to image where you are.
You see it in an instant,
set aperture and shutter to best expose
the secret unfolding in your lens
in clearest hues of light and shadow.

Some images are signposts,
a mark of where you’ve been,
and others, guides
to where you’ve yet to go.
Destination never was the point,
for any line is many points,
each an opportunity
to stop
and turn
and look at what you find,
and what finds you,
along the way.
It only matters how
—not when or where,
or even what—
you see.

With each exposure
grows an attitude of seeing
not the surface,
but the light
which opens,
pulsing from the center.
These mages together
make a luminous arrangement,
a constellation to brighten midnight skies
for those you’ve met,
and known,
and loved
along your way.





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