Transition

Brown Bridge Quiet Area is constantly in a state of transition. As the days pass, those places I hold dear continue to grow and mature. The Quaking Aspens have grown with such resolve, and the Leopord Frogs have too. The grasses below shift, drawing my eye to their presence. The sun is playing a game of hide-and-go-seek with the meandering waters.

Children grow right before our eyes, and this becomes the way of all we know. Moving forward. Time is relative. Sands, stones, black-eyed susans, goldenrod and sedges border where each step forward reveals a new view.

Goodness me, how time weaves its web!

“I have never seen so much goldenrod in my life.”

“I really need to quit talking to myself!”

Indeed I do.

I succeed in keeping my silence for a time while I continued down the path. The winds blew in random intervals and the clouds moved in. Rain is predicted, but must be skirting the preserves boundaries. Rain is predictably unpredictable. My eye continues to search for perfect compositions. The clouds above continue to accumulate.

I frame the shot. Fiddling with exposure settings is half the fun. This is especially true of the FujiFilm S-4000: it only offers 2 f-stops at a time.

I finally succeed in my settings…just right. The graduated ND filter affixed via duct tape and a plastic tube have been worthwhile.

“Why cannot all cameras come with filter threads?”

I am in conversation with myself again.

I see tire tracks pressed into the sand ahead. It is the guy on the mountain bike, whom is much further ahead of me. Mountain bikes are prohibited here. I can see the allure of riding here though–not sure if he is aware of this restriction?

The clouds above continue to shift and morph. Rain drops begin to fall. Though not many. As soon as they begin, they vanish. I miss the days of steady drizzle saturating the Earth. Transition.

It is a lesson for us all. Transition is inevitable. What was becomes memories. What is becomes reality.

Adam K.