I grew up in the Deep South, so snow was a rare treat. It snows a little more frequently where I live now, but not so often as to color it ordinary. Well, the little boy in me was jumping up and down when I shot this image. Not only was I ankle deep in fresh power, but I had a forest completely to myself and this magnificent beauty sharing it with me. Maybe I’m easy but it felt like a miracle to me that day, like something quite remarkable. It felt as if I were to jump any higher I’d never touch down again…and then where would I be? You see, gratitude didn’t come easy for me back then. But when I did let it come, it was so foreign to me that I wasn’t sure I could trust it. Was it providence that put me so often in a place where gratitude was irresistible such that I was tempted to try it on so often that it started to come easier?
Yes, providence perhaps, and willingness on my part, because you see, I went thru a spell of some ten years or so where nature became a stranger to me. Why would a musician put away his guitar; why might a painter lock his brushes away; what is it that makes a writer flush his ink? It was hope that sent me back into nature and it was gratitude that I found there. I found it there inside me. I find that gratitude is the stuff that makes the extraordinary happen inside. I highly recommend it. Gratitude is the grease that speeds us on into better days. But don’t take my word for it. See for yourself.
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Nikon F5, f2.8 @ 1/250, 125 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, GSMNP