This is why I will always want to come home, and this is how I shall measure it. There is no experience quite as majestic as watching the rays of the sun dip behind a cloud that will bring ravenous rains overnight. Watching spasms of light dance in the sky is an experience only rivaled by the thundering of the sun to its daily death; a beauty that cannot be conveyed with a clicked photograph or stroke of a brush deserves nothing but to simply exist.
I felt that my camera cheapened it.
But my momentary lapse in breathing did not. Did my heart skip a beat and my life lose another minute because of this series of momentary beauty that could not and would not cease?
Val Marie, Saskatchewan - you have found another way to steal my heart. And this time his name is Apollo rather than Ryan - a god driving a chariot into the depths of the rotating earth rather than a man driving a tractor to the farthest reaches of the Val Marie Flat.
Way to go, Neal. I appreciate your post. Your insight and expression are refreshing.
ReplyDeleteAnd, no, your camera did not cheapen the effect of what you saw. Your picture is beautiful. The only things missing are context (the much bigger picture the prairies allow) and the reality of what you saw with your own eyes as you stood there and admired it. God is pleased you were in the moment and witnessed His handiwork.
A number of years ago, I travelled to Regina in early October for work. As we flew over the landscape, I was astounded by the sheer grandeur and beauty of the Canadian prairies. It was stunning. I'll never forget it.
Thanks for your post. I enjoyed reading it and remembering.
"a god driving a chariot into the depths of the rotating earth rather than a man driving a tractor to the farthest reaches of the Val Marie Flat."
ReplyDeleteSublime.