The snow is getting deeper and squeezing its way into my boots. I am seriously regretting leaving my ski pants in the truck but thankful my wife wore hers. She kindly makes a partial path in the snow. I’m concentrating on aligning my steps with her tracks while carefully scanning the forest around us. Neither is working particularly well.
I don’t know what I’m looking for but confident I’ll know when I see it. Photography can be a journey into the unknown – a search for elusive beauty. It’s a bit ironic that I now spend considerable time on this artistic side of life. It wasn’t always so.
Going way back to grade five, my art interest was negligible. I tried drawing horses but they somehow ended up looking strangely like pigs. With no satisfaction after a few attempts, I abandoned all hope and interest in what I knew to be art.
The rule in art class was that I had to draw one picture before I could read a book. I learned to quickly slap something together and get back to the wonderful world of fiction.
Suddenly my mind snaps back to the forest. I see the sun peek through the trees and hit the snowy forest floor. I found it! My wife wanders off as I raise my camera and try to determine the best composition. I have started the process of deleting.
Nature photographers start with a finished canvas and keep deleting until only the photo remains. I only need to see the beauty around me. That’s good because I’m pretty lousy at creating it. The problem with my grade five art class was that we started with a blank piece of paper.
I’m still learning the art of seeing. Sometimes that means not getting distracted by things like the cool feeling of snow melting in my boots.
I start heading back with a smile on my face. That was a beautiful spot. Now back to the truck and the safely stowed ski pants.