(Continued from Dusk Arrival 1 ) These weren’t the days of instant digital gratification when the back of your camera could give you a fair idea of what you had. It would be a few weeks later as I peered at my slides newly arrived in the mail and through 8x magnification experience the kind of elation that sends me dancing like a fairy through the tulips (the confines of my den actually). I had the proof, indeed. Even now, if I let my eyes relax their focus as I gaze at the image of this deer, I can drift again into the experience of all that came into my awareness in that moment when he first topped into view. It was something that my heart tricked me into, by giving me a camera and making me think I was there to take pictures. I felt something looking back at me that day, through the eyes of this deer, something as all inclusive as it was intangible, something reaching out to me with an inviting hand and daring me to let go and allow everything I presently believed and perceived to pass away into something else. It wasn’t something that I was willing to do in that moment; I’m not sure that I’ve been able to do so since then. But I felt an inkling of what it must be like to let it happen and I’ve never let go the feeling of that. I’m getting closer every day. I know this. I hold fast to the idea that I will be able to arrive there eventually and when I do, nothing for me will be the same.
Nikon F5, 175 mm, F/2.8, 1/120 sec, Gitzo Tripod, Wimberley Head, Fuji Velvia 50, Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Tennessee, USA