Waiting for the Light

Every photographer knows the feeling. “If only the light were over here, or over there”. Of course, it is hardly ever just so. The landscape scatters the sunlight all over the place. Standing in the shadow, anticipating the arrival of a flood of photons, is always a guess at best. What is certain is that the light will shift with the swing of the planets. What is dark will be light, eventually. It will rarely be exactly what I expected.  It is always more or less, but it wouldn’t be at all, if I hadn’t waited.

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Eel River

This is early morning by the Eel River. I was waiting for the sunlight to reach the water, when I realized just how much time I spend waiting for the Earth to rotate, so I can have the light where I want it to be.

At first, it’s a guess as to where the light will be. How else do you capture the freshness of a morning? Like capturing sports action, by the time you see it, it is too late. Fortunately, as the world turns, there is always another chance, if you have the time. There will be another day for the light to be in the right place.

The value of the light is that it disappears, every day. No wonder, in the old days, we worshipped the coming and going of the sun.

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Rogue river by Humbug Mountain

I love how the light softens as I travel north. In the Southern desert, the sunshine is savage. There, I can almost hear the sharp light tearing at the landscape. Even the invisible wind can have an edge to it. Among the redwoods, the light wanders in quietly, slipping silently between the massive trees and sliding along the glassy rivers. There are no horizons in the forest. Waiting for the light can be a challenge. It doesn’t just jump at you, as it does down south. The sun’s rays fall, like a light rain, in between a hundred shades of green.  In the desert, the light arrives suddenly and bounces off the landscape. In the forest, the light, like inspiration, shows up in its own good time.

It only took me nine months to discover that I can use my smartphone as a wireless Internet connection to my laptop. With Verizon’s unlimited plan, this seems to be the way to go on the road. Makes me wonder what else lies along my path that will take me a long time to discover. What else am I waiting for? What else will I see when the fog lifts?Fog iin trees

I was watching the sun burn away the morning mist over the Klamath river this morning and I felt a sense of moving forward into an unknown life and an awareness of losing threads of the life I have been holding onto.

A zen master might say there is no going back, but it seems to me that sometimes that’s all I do. Often, I am ‘waiting’ for something in memory or trying to imagine something that has yet to take shape. Life on the road is a cure for that. Esp. on America West Coast. Moving through this magnificent landscape, nothing is like it was yesterday.  And the blessing is that there is no telling about tomorrow.

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Somewhere in the forest

In between yesterday and tomorrow is right now. Now is still and quiet. Now has nowhere to go. Now has no history. In the here and now, there is no waiting. Ironically, for life on the road, here and now is where the real treasures are to be found


7 thoughts on “Waiting for the Light

  1. robert thrussell

    Adjectively superb….
    Bloody easy life rest until you see a unique
    Image….take a pic have a bit of conjecture
    Write some thoughts…..
    Then do it again……
    What a life yer discovering….


  2. Nancy

    Beautifully said, beautifully pictured.
    …”The sun’s rays fall, like a light rain, in between a hundred shades of green.”
    Your most poetic yet.


  3. Jeff Fillbach

    You have found your poetic voice, or it has found you, and together you are sublime. Your paragraph about light and your paragraph about the NOW are the best I’ve ever read.


  4. Sandi

    This experience is transforming you, in such a positive direction. Your photography is stunning and your reflections are insightful, perhaps most significantly within.



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