One of my favorite moments when in the field is getting to a location super early in the morning before anyone else shows up to “just be” and feel the pulse of the land. By this I mean I’ll stop what I’m doing, slow my breathing and focus my senses to take in the nature that surrounds me. First I’ll focus my eyes on beautiful features of my surrounding to take it in. Second I’ll close my eyes and take a deep breath to smell my surroundings. Third I’ll keep my eyes closed and focus my hearing to the sounds of the landscape. Lastly I’ll open my eyes and kneel to feel the earth beneath me.
Pulse of Yosemite
In this scene fall dried grasses caught my eye along the bank of an ice crusted Merced river in Yosemite Valley. The air was cold and carried an aroma of pine. In the stillness of the moment ice forming along the banks of the Merced river cracked and popped, while the woosh of a Raven’s flapping wings could be heard as it flew overhead. Shortly after opening my eyes, the call of a nearby Raven broke the silence and I kneeled to feel ice cold course sand and rock that lay at my feet.
To the untrained ear and eye it may very well seem as though nature lacks a heartbeat, but if you pause to tune in you’ll most certainly hear and see it.
[tags]nature, abstract, fine art, photography, Yosemite[/tags]