I'm constantly in awe of the world I live in. Even more so in these days of changing light, and constantly changing tableaux unfold before me.
Last night, in the hills outside of town, I stood at the edge of the road looking back toward Adam's Sound and Arctic Bay. Leah, Hilary, and Leah's sister quietly picked blue berries down below me, and the boys played with their toy loaders in a small square of sand. A small nearby stream provided the ambient music.
Before me was the most expansive sunset I have ever seen. There was not a single part of the sky, in any direction, that wasn't tinged in orange. The low clouds were painted in every direction. Every direction. Off over Victor Bay in the direction of the setting sun the oranges and yellows were intensive, but there was colour everywhere.
I stood there and watched as the colours towards the sun slowly deepened and darkened, and the colours fade from the rest of the sky, shifting from orange to mauve and then disappearing. I had left my camera at home, but it didn't matter. While the main part of the sunset might have made a fantastic photo there was no way a single photo could have conveyed the entire scene. And camera in hand, I just might not have drunk in the entire experience.
Sometimes its best not to experience the world through the viewfinder.