I never cease to be amazed and mystified when nature allows me to come in close. It happens a lot for me in the national parks, and for this reason, I will forever love the treasure that is our parks. I am so grateful for the struggle and sacrifice made by the far sighted ones before me that rendered our national parks into a reality. It gets obvious that something ‘different and special’ has just happened when a seemingly wild animal in a particularly remote place lets me come near. It’s tempting to blow it off and say, “Nothing unusual here; these are just park animals; they haven’t been hunted in decades and they’ve lost their fear of humanity.” I did this for awhile, to relieve myself of the subtle intensity that gradually seeped into my awareness each time this occurred. I didn’t want to handle how it challenged my pre-conceptions, particularly the ones I secreted against myself; the ones I would not admit even to myself. Then it started happening anywhere, not just in the parks, and just frequently enough that I never quite got ‘over it.’ It came at me from out of nature, but I won’t assume that it is limited to that. It works through whatever we can be passionate for, I suspect; wherever and whenever we open our hearts into a ‘higher’ passion. It began with my hobbies – such a seemingly unimportant word is this, but it was through the doorway of my ‘hobbies’ that an enormity of significance unfolded (continued with Angel Walk).
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Nikon F5, f2.8 @1/500, Fuji Velvia 50,. Wemberly Head, Gitzo tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park