After a long day at work, all I want to do is sit down and relax. That’s the light at the end of the tunnel, sit, kick back, read, study, relax put on some mindless TV show for a few hours and bask in the light thrown from the pellet stove.
Instead, today I went out in the chill and fading light to snowblow my drive, while my wife prepared supper.
I took the dog out for a run, and saw that the sun was setting behind the mountain before the house. Everyone knows I have a love affair with that mountain.
At this point, the wind started to whip and cool and all I wanted to do was go back inside, but I knew that the light, that ever elusive light was changing. So I ducked back under some trees to get shelter from the wind.
I was about to give up. No. Really. I knew my lens was going to be peppered with snow but I really wanted to see if the wonderful clouds were going to yield something spectacular to look at and better yet, take a good picture.
Then it started to happen. The golden moment.
I quickly played with one setting after another. Trying different things. My fingers frozen and shivering rather hard, but I was not moving until I got a few more shots. I like the cold anyway
A camera can never ever catch/capture/save for eternity what the human eye can see. The 3-D technocolored details. A photo is flat (No 3-D printer here yet!)
Sometimes sitting in the snow is worth it.