true lens

30/366 - new family read-aloud

It's tempting when you're in the middle of a daily photo project to live behind the vision of an artificial lens.  I had to tell myself, "NO camera," rather emphatically a few times before we left for a hike yesterday.  I knew I was going to miss out on a lot of photo opportunities; and I did.  At the Audubon Society, we came across a caregiver with a spotted owl in arm that was wide-eyed and ready for a visit; owls being one of my very favorite creatures, we obliged.  And down on the walking trails there was a most pictueresque bridge and a boy who climbed under it just asking to be captured in pixels.   I had to press the moments into memory instead, a different way of seeing and knowing.  The images fade quickly, blur around the edges and lose the sharp exactness of a photograph; after awhile what will remain is an impression, sensuous and ripe with feeling, woven down into the timeline of my existence here.


(I did bring home a new book from the nature store:  Wildwood by Colin Meloy and Carson Ellis.  It's set in Portland, in the wild woods that are nearly (geographically speaking) in our backyard.  Meloy is the lead singer for the Decemberists.  Books and woods and cool music are what we do here in NW Oregon: introvert paradise.)