the sky darkened
and the birds quieted themselves
an eerie feeling of dread
enveloped us all
as the monsters beyond this world
began their epic battle
There are things much larger than we are. There are things that our minds, big as they are, cannot fathom. The majesty of the mountains, like sleeping giants resting on the horizon, are beyond our grasp. The clouds, outsizing the mountains, contains battles of epic proportions, sizes that our minds cannot even put into perspective.
The clouds cover the mountains, almost as if they are hands stroking the head a small puppy, a small animal. The clouds capture our imagination of vastness, scale, the enormous, and we cannot even begin to think about the giants that hide themselves in the never ending space between their beginning and the end that runs around the earth.
As I walked through the vineyard, appreciating the small new leaves, the old ones starting to drop to the ground, the sound of various birds, the feeling of the wind over my skin, I turn my head to see the massive dark and eerie looking clouds that started to cover the mountains.
The mountains, already massive, does not compare to the size of the clouds that cover these mountains.
The wind picked up, carrying the clouds forward in their ever slow march to cover the mountains. I looked at the slow movement, or what seemed to me like slow movement. It was an epic battle between mountain and cloud, wind and cloud, mountain and wind. It seemed slow to me, but I am sure it was everything but slow.
I don't usually do landscape photographs as my gear is not a 100% setup for it, but when the situation presents itself for it, I try my best to capture the moment.
As a photographer, or someone trying to take photographs, I can say with almost 100% certainty that the photograph almost never captures the moment.
But we still try.
The poet writes about the event, the painter and the photographer tries to capture it, but only the person standing there, and experiencing it first hand, will know the beauty of the moment, of what happened.
Here it was similar. The moment was beautiful, stunning, and eerie. The one side of the mountain was dark with massive clouds, the other side was rather clear of clouds. It was a strange contrast, and it was beautiful.
The photographs does not come close to capture what I witnessed at that moment.
In the end, even the bird, the dove, looked at the strange and eerie sunset with a glance of scepticism. It was different, even to him!
For now, happy photographing, and keep well.
All of the musings and writings are my own, albeit inspired by the beauty of life. The photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Tamron 300mm zoom lens.
