(Continued from The Guardian) I’d been present for a bit and it’s as though our beauty relaxed and decided I was no threat to his lady faire. Maybe he tuned into me tuning in to them. I can’t be certain, but what is inarguable to me now is the reality of his majesty. When I go a little deeper, I see the softer side of majesty; perhaps it’s in his eyes. It’s like some of her lying there placidly at his feet just found its way into him, and then he put his own particular spin on it.
I’ve heard it said that the greatest creators put themselves into their creation and that the creation reflects all that is true of the creator. When I see only a thing of skin, blood and bone standing there before me, then it’s easy to deny its source, and sadly, I find it easy to deny that source in me. But this time I chose to break out of this pattern of denial. I chose to plumb beneath the surface of what the eyes can see to perhaps tap into a vast expanse of infinite possibility, of unbounded perfection simply waiting for someone, anyone, to sense it there and make it so here within.
Nikon F5, f4, 1/300, 200 mm, GSMNP (continued with The Guardian 3)