The Forum, Rome
Sure, there are a gazillion images of The Forum in Rome. And each one is different! Light, skies, shadows, people all conspire to offer some slice of uniqueness, no matter how subtle.
This was my first time seeing The Forum. Late afternoon. Gorgeous, stormy skies. I couldn't have asked for a better unique moment for my standard moment.
I was still taking in the ancient-ness and how it just sits in the middle of today's city, surrounded by a population who are probably so used to all this (even over it to some degree), they don't even glance over anymore.
Mind boggleage ensued...
Big Bend, CA
It would be a raging river later that year,
standing on this spot impossible.
But today, it was a peaceful breath in the slumber of the earth.
She almost wept at the thought of going home.
From TRUCKEE AREA
Zabriskie Point, Death Valley, CA
We were up painfully early to make it to Zabriskie Point before the sun came up. Sunrise goes by super fast here. You have to be ready to go before the window of opportunity opens, because you have maybe 10-15 minutes to get your shot. After that, the colors all wash out and the scenery is just blah.
We'd had a touch of rain - which is fantastical in Death Valley. As you might guess from the image, this place doesn't get much precipitation. If you're lucky enough to be there with clouds in the air on top of it, you do what you must to capture the moment!
When all the elements come together as they did that day, it's simply breathtaking. This is a much-photographed spot, so I was happy that the heavens aligned to give me my own unique perspective. It felt like a gift from God.
In moments like this, I feel the Divine in every caress of light and wash of color and I'm so grateful to be doing what I do.
From THE DESERTS
Shades of a Slope
I'll admit it. I'm a sucker for lines and shapes and the way light falls across them in certain conditions to create designs all their own, like some artistic overlay.
It's like the one time you can actually see the gesture of light, caressing the very thing it touches. I love gentle caresses of light. sigh.
From THE MOUNTAINS
Oooo, Those Curves
Her curves were deadly, he knew that.
She ran hot and cold.
Warm at the edges one minute...
ice cold the next.
Yet he couldn't stop staring
at the way her dress flowed like liquid
over her lady nooks and touchable crannies.
From THE WATERS
"My needs are few," she said. "Although I have some wants." The Universe cocked its universal head and waited expectantly. "I need clean air, good food, great friends, ease of riches and a lovely place to live. I want for my imagination to always create great things that are for my highest good and the good of others. If I can have those things, I'd be golden." And so she was.
From TRUCKEE AREA
The Time It Takes To Dream
In the tiny town of Volcano, CA you might find Indian Grinding Rock State Park, once home to the Miwok native Indians of Northern California. Many ceremonies are performed in this roundhouse - and although I'll likely never see them - I could feel the whispers as I stood there.
From SPECIAL PLACES