There are scenes that a photo could never convey. Certainly not my photos. I recognize them from time to time. Not after the fact, not while I'm looking at the screen thinking "No, that just didn't do it." Its those times, those scenes that defy capturing by mere pixels. I some times think that one of the most beautiful scenes in the world are white birds flying through sunlight against the dark grey of an otherwise overcast sky. I look at those moments with awe, and know that I could never, even if I was ready for it, transfer what I was seeing onto film.
This morning, as I stepped outside to start the truck, I looked at the sky that was just beginning to glow with the promise of sunrise. I looked out towards King George and saw Venus suspended between the two peaks. I almost turned back inside for the camera but instead walked to the front of the House. Two Ravens flew through the scene, just above the bright planet, wingtip to wingtip, locked in some sort of black ballet. The light made them look apart from the sky, instead of flying through it. And as I took another step more ballet, this time in white (and a touch of black).
I had startled the House Hare, interrupted his breakfast and he bounded away, pausing mid-bound on his hind toes to get a better look at this threat that made him use precious energy. Energy better used to keep warm. He must have made some sound, because the snow crackles at this temperature but as I watched him follow the Ravens I realized that all I could hear was my breathing.
Camera be damned, even words don't come close.
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I can almost picture it.
You’ve given us the picture, the sound, the movement. All of it. Beautiful.
Thank you Liza and robin andrea.