Photography

It figures. Once I commit to a pattern I can't remember some of the ideas I was brainstorming for my next post. Maybe this secret pattern isn't worth it. I think I give up on it :) 1-2-3-1-6. I wouldn't have been able to make it another week without posting anyway. I suppose it's just as well. Can't finish a pattern like I can't finish a pizza. Woof my stomach is unhappy with me. Yes, I just woofed. I'm one lazy dog right now.

Hm. What to talk about? The picture-perfect sunset I didn't take a picture of? The sunny day I didn't spend walking around with my camera? The beautiful greens and blues of this paradise I live in? While on numerous occasions I have gone out on these ventures, today I just felt especially lazy. I've also been slightly discouraged by realizations that have resurfaced in my mind. As I have been finding with every picture of nature that I take, I can never seem to capture the full essence of a "shot". In no way do you smell the fresh-cut grass and ranged assortment of flowers. When you take a picture of the shore, how can anyone hear the sound of waves crashing that was all but overwhelming at the moment the shot was taken? Even the taste of the air influences how you see a "shot". And with the wonders of technology, I can see my picture as soon as I take it. A part of me always frowns a little knowing that, while this picture will show people what I see, there is no way to convey the other senses that I had experienced. If only there was a scratch-n-sniff feature for digital photos. You still have work to do technology.

Funny enough, I had written about this whole predicament in a past life. Often times over the past year I found myself erupting with ideas. It got so bad in fact that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep until I wrote the ideas out. So these 2 am writings became a regular occurrence. Thinking myself clever, they are saved in a folder labeled "Ramblings of a Mad Man", the predecessor (processor, pretender, descender, whatever) of "Mad Ramblings" here. Here's a little tidbit from my writing about photography:

"Once a moment of time passes, the experience is gone and those precious seconds can never be recovered. (Wow I was a tad dramatic there, it gets better I think) It is interesting how God gave us this unique concept. We are able to remember moments from our life, yet we are never able to perfectly recreate them. Details are left out, feelings are not reproducible, shadows lie where there was inattention. Memories dulled by time, a plagued life that we live where feelings can come and go like the many trains at a station. (Stellar simile, just stellar) Photos hardly grasp how much a moment impacted us, how it revealed to us the little pieces of ourselves we had never seen, how it honored the people who sacrificed themselves for this one moment to occur."

I love looking back at my old writing and seeing how my voice develops. Even in such slight ways. I sounded like a teenager trying to make his voice deep. Ha. :) Anyway, I'm getting distracted by the mass amount of technology surrounding me. I look like I'm preparing for a heist. Just missing a cool headset. *New item added to eBay watch list*

I think the point I was making here was that every moment is something to be savored, not wasted. Remember where you are. Remember to be still. Just experience life for a while. Take it all in.