Some years ago, I stopped wearing a timepiece on my person. At the very moment I stopped twisting my wrist to watch my watch is when time began.
Nostalgia does something remarkable – it softens the look back, making the hard edges of photos from the past appear gauzy and foggy – almost romantic. So often, the reward for looking back over one’s shoulder is joy. At other times, the payoff is discovery and discomfort. It’s easy to get the lesson not to dwell too long in the past when you walk the shoreline – after taking a step in the sand, when you look back the impression has been washed away.
This old Chevy truck became the subject of my camera’s lens on a ride through the countryside. It was fall in Michigan – just outide of Detroit, my hometown. This old clunker was placed alongside the road as an attention-grabber for what else? A pumpkin patch! This Sunday afternoon, I sprung my Mom from the rehabilitation facility where she was recovering after a heart valve replacement surgery. We would have a few hours to enjoy the fresh fall air – so off we went, riding, to take in the ‘colors.’ What I didn’t realize is my journey would be with one foot in and one foot out of the past.
It was breathtaking! Without a doubt, the color wheel got its inspiration from fall in Michigan – indescribably beautiful. You can shoot so much with a camera that your own eye misses the experience. This time, my heart was memorializing everything. I am ever thank-full; the memory of that day is replete with sight, sound, smell, and sensation of a new season of healing.
October in Michigan. My favorite time and place for pumpkin-picking, cider-sipping, and Sunday riding.
“The BEST and
Most BEAUTIFUL things
In the WORLD cannot
Be SEEN or even
Must be FELT with
Ain’t That A Trip? …when time begins the moment you stop watching it.