Two months after I retired, I took a trip with a couple of friends to photograph Colorado. One of the iconic photo-ops in that state is the Maroon Bells Mountain peaks at sunrise that you see above. The sunrise lighting up the top of the mountain is the prize at this location. Many photographers compete for space along the lake shore to get the “best” perspective of this event.
The next photo below gives you some idea of the crowd size, even though I took this pic 30 minutes after the one above, when the crowd was even thicker.
Crowd Thirty Minutes After Best Shot
I do like the so-called sunrise shot, but that scene also makes me feel separate from what I’m looking at. The mountains and lake looked huge, vast, and by comparison I felt so small and distant from it. I walked around the lakes edge until I found a different perspective. I like to capture more of the ground in front of me. It makes me feel more like I was there, and that I could walk into the photograph, the Aspen Stepping Stones.
Maroon Bells, near Snowmass, Colorado
I want to acknowledge my friend, Steve Ornberg—a master at photography trip planning, and an excellent landscape photographer. Steve has since gone on to concentrate on astro-photography and bird photography.
“Through the captured imagery of light, photography allows us to hold fast to one fleeting, ever so precious, moment in time.
~ Howard Simmons. Photographer
Photographing beautiful places in nature in beautiful light has been a passion of mine all my life. These photographs capture a precious moment in time, and my brain, my emotions, also somehow capture moments in time that I did not intend to keep. They may have been hurtful. I may have misjudged people. I may have broken a meaningful relationship. And those memories are still in my mind. They are not precious.
Today, as I think back on the people I may have hurt unjustly, I also wonder whether I can repair that now. What does it mean to be a lifelong friend if I am kicking people to the curb, as if they were nothing to me then. How can I today, years later, harness the power of love—Oneness—in my heart and head?
Perhaps I can look back at those moments with different lenses or filters on my eyes? Perhaps I can change the Lighting of memories that are captured in my head and heart? Perhaps I can edit or post-process or transform the image I have of them, and forgive them, forgive myself?
Perhaps I can recreate the love between us that we used to have.
A river can stop flowing or be rerouted if we allow the stones to accumulate in it instead of working to move them out of the way. The following quote helps me to remember this, to speak about a conflict from a perspective of authenticity and compassion, even though I want to avoid conflict.
I felt angry toward my friend.
I told my wrath. My wrath did end.
I felt angry toward my foe.
I told him not. My wrath did grow.
~ William Blake
Is my former friend really a foe, or did my silence make him so?
Today’s set of photos are about bridges. Bridges as a metaphor of how I can travel on them or construct them in my heart and head, to call that former friend I have left behind.
I believe making a phone call is not a bridge too far.
The Structure of Crossing – Bridge at Cascade Locks, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon
Otter Creek Loop Bridge – Oregon Coast
Into the Woods – Oregon
Black Partridge Bridge #2 – Black Partridge Woods, Lemont, IL
Falls in Fall – Cuyahoga Valley NP, Ohio
Great Smoky Mountain Bridge – Great Smoky Mountains NP, Tennessee
Light Bridge – Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL
Multnomah Falls, Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, Oregon
The Structure of Crossing – Bridge at Cascade Locks, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon
Otter Creek Loop Bridge – Oregon Coast
Into the Woods – Oregon
Black Partridge Bridge #2 – Black Partridge Woods, Lemont, IL
Falls in Fall – Cuyahoga Valley NP, Ohio
Great Smoky Mountain Bridge – Great Smoky Mountains NP, Tennessee
Light Bridge – Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL
Multnomah Falls, Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area, Oregon
“I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”
– From Article II of the Constitution
When my mind strays from where I am, I create a tension between two places that blocks me from the sensation of being fully alive, from being authentic.
When I incorporate a fullness of attention, or mindfulness, into my daily life, I seldom notice it. But if I should interrupt my flow of being by my mind straying somewhere else, I will stumble just as surely as if I were to stop seeing or breathing.
No matter how far or how long I am straying, it is the practice of returning to whatever moment I am living now that restores me. Only when I am fully present in each moment can I draw strength from the oneness of things.
I call this mindfulness.
Since I learned the result of the last presidential election, my mind’s strayfullness quotient has skyrocketed! I find myself angry, fearful, and sad at witnessing actions that are unconstitutional. From these emotions and thoughts, my mind strays to asking the question: What can I do to save our democracy? To that end, I was inspired by these words today from Joyce Vance from Civil Discourse:
“One of the most important things each of us can do is to continue to inform the folks around us. I had a fabulous conversation with some very smart people yesterday who told me how they were engaging their friends… We all agreed that “planting seeds” is important, and that can take many different forms. However you go about it, we have to do our part.”
Today, I spoke to two people at the gym who I consider friendly, and they agreed to receive from me an email about the independent news sources I follow via email subscriptions.
I am starting this daily practice of inviting friendly people to learn what is happening to our democracy by accepting one email from me.
Growing up in Illinois, I felt the skyscrapers of downtown Chicago were mountains for me. I would stare up at them when I rode the EL downtown on Saturdays to pick up mail from my father’s office. Those experiences planted in me the seeds of wanting to be an architect as I pondered where my college degree would bring me.
But that never happened. I became a structural engineer instead. I chose that as a course of study Northwestern University as a way to stay local (Evanston), rather than going to University of Illinois at Urbana – Champaign, living at a distance too far away from a woman who wanted me to stay by her side.
As I moved to the suburbs of Chicago after college, I found that landfills were my new mountains. I could drive to the top of a landfill in Naperville—called Mount Trashmore—and see on the eastern horizon the tiny skyscrapers of Chicago!!
But really! Let’s face it, I needed to travel somewhere else to see mountains. The first ones I saw were in California. So today I’m going to share with you some of my mountain pictures from California and the Canadian Rockies.
Enjoy!
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Sierra Nevada mountains through arch in the Alabama Hills in Owens Valley, near Lone Pine, California.
Lake Minnewanka, Banff National Park, Canadian Rocky Mountains
Clearing storm over White Mountains and Owens Valley, near Bishop, California
Sunrise light on Lone Pine Peak, Sierra Nevada Mountains, California
Majesty Squared, Sierra Nevada mountains near Bishop, California
Grapevine Mountains at sunset, Death Valley National Park, California
Poplars in fall color by the Eastern Sierra mountains, near Bishop, California
Eastern Sierra Mountains, Near Big Pine Creek, California
Eastern Sierra Mountains, Near Big Pine Creek, California
Sierra Nevada mountains through arch in the Alabama Hills in Owens Valley, near Lone Pine, California.
Lake Minnewanka, Banff National Park, Canadian Rocky Mountains
Clearing storm over White Mountains and Owens Valley, near Bishop, California
Sunrise light on Lone Pine Peak, Sierra Nevada Mountains, California
Majesty Squared, Sierra Nevada mountains near Bishop, California
Grapevine Mountains at sunset, Death Valley National Park, California
Poplars in fall color by the Eastern Sierra mountains, near Bishop, California
Eastern Sierra Mountains, Near Big Pine Creek, California
Eastern Sierra Mountains, Near Big Pine Creek, California
As a child, it was FUN when it snowed! It meant, hopefully, a day off from school and getting together with my buds to make snow angels, snow men, snow forts and have snow fights.
Now, as an adult, snow can mean something different to me, and much less fun. Shoveling the driveway and sidewalk. Dangerous driving conditions. Road salt getting all over my car. And sometimes, for days after the snow arrives, temperatures can drop to dangerous levels for frostbite.
But young or old, I’ve always delighted in how the snow softens and quiets the world, how it forms in different ways on trees and stones and mountains, and how—with a bit of luck being in the right place at the right time—I can capture a photograph that displays the snow with a glorious backdrop of GOLD!
I share this gold photograph from today’s very cold Naperville IL, as a Valentine’s Day greeting. In these chaotic times, I chose to love my neighbors, love my sweetie pie, and love Love LOVE!
Thank you for reading/viewing my posts. And …
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I invite you to share your experience of snow in the comments.
