Living out in the sticks had its perks, a small community that was a community. So if there was something, anything going on you'd find out about it.
One late afternoon sitting around having a couple of beers, a mate looked up from his phone and declared that tonight was a super moon. What the hell is a super moon. Who cares lets go to the look out and see for ourselves. So a cool box of you know what was gathered and off we went. ... Wait, what, where is the look out? ... Luckily I had my camera and just followed the convoy of folks weaving out of town, pulled off the main road onto a farm road and stopped. More beer came out, then came the cameras. Load up and off again, "theres a better spot further on ..."
Yip, there was definitely perks to living in the boondocks or in the mountains in my case. The weather was cold and fairly grim, but off we continued. I can remember just sitting on the bonnet of my little car with all my mates and their girlfriends. A little trolley'd but quietly just admiring the view. It was grey and miserable, then suddenly for the briefest few seconds, the sun spewing its last gasp, spat out some horizontal light and it shot right down the valley we we sitting watching. Was bizarre, all of us just burst out laughing in awe and surprise.
If you are a carrier of a camera, I'm sure you know what I am talking about when I say that sometimes a picture just appears before you and you just need to have the presence of mind to pull the trigger.
You can be travelling early, babalaas, running late or just got to get somewhere and poof. STOP. STOP.
How about if you are walking somewhere and a butterfly just lands right where you are going to step. What is that about?
Are we stuck in our minds and stuck in our ways? Thinking about arbitrary small silly things that just don't matter, and life or the universe has other plans right at this precise moment. Things can and do change in the blink of an eye.
I went hiking up a mountain with a friend visiting, it was a cold miserable day, zero visibility, but we stopped on this bare rock and the sun came out once and momentarily to show us the rich vibrant very rock we were sitting on. My mate still talks about that miserable day.
This last image was actually a fire right on top of the ridge, it was sunset as well. I had just popped home to get my gumboots to go and help with the fire, but couldn't resist taking a quick shot. We caught the skelms that set fire to the brush, they were stock thieves trying to escape. It was a common tactic that we got to grips with.
I'll always say it every chance I get, images are the way our mind remembers memories and things and events and feelings. What a blessing to be able to share those thoughts and times.
