Along The Way

My friend PT has been blogging about her adventure in India at sweet spruce.blogspot.com. 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.