I saw a lone, low cloud tonight, softly suspended behind one hill and in front of another.
It was just after the sun had set; just after the sudden, thunderous downpour had stopped. A photograph couldn’t capture it. The camera grabs the instant, but not the moment. One thing I love about taking photographs is that it reminds you of the wonder of the experience of seeing: there is so much that doesn’t fit in the lens – wrong light, obstructed, position, timing – but that we see. That mysterious conjunction of eye, heart, mind. Place.
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