footprints

Last week I went on a short drive up Guanella Pass with my aunt Deb and grandma Oriole. We couldn’t drive all the way to the top due to road closure but it didn’t seem to matter because all three of us are photography nuts and were stopping every hundred feet or so to take pictures.

My aunt is a nature junkie much like my good friend B. The two of them share this amazing ability to attract or be aware of things most people just walk by without noticing. My aunt is unswayed by the fact that she doesn’t have the latest and greatest photography equipment and manages to get phenomenal and close up images of wildlife with only a 300mm lens and the most exquisite amount of patience and love in her heart.

It wasn’t until my trip to California that I started to appreciate really good landscape and nature photography. And I never thought much about foot prints in the snow making a good photo either. But when we were out walking around and my aunt squeaked at some tiny little mouse prints, I decided to give it a go. Even though I feel as though my images could have been much better, I realized that it was because I’m largely emotionally cut off from nature and that is what shows in the photography.

There’s a much deeper connection here that would require far more space to explain than its probably worth. Suffice to say that I believe strongly that there is a key here to my journey in making me whole again.