"How sweet the morning air is!
See how that one little cloud floats
like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo..."
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
I haunt favorite spaces. Again and Again. Like a lovesick suitor, stalking my ideal because none other will do.
All of these images were taken at dawn (or just before) from my friend's massive picture window overlooking the Chattahoochee National Forest near Clarkesville, GA.
Most were shot when landscapes were pretty much all I knew, because I hadn't explored other incantations I could conjure with my Nikon D7100.
And for me, then, the magical silouettes of sunrise were EVERYTHING.
Long before I owned a place amidst these heavenly "bumbs" to call my own, this is the world, the morning, the rise and shine that called to me.
Ever since, as I explore beyond such simple pleasure, I look for new favorite spaces to which I'll return again and again.
Vistas that will never and forever be mine.
Play favorites as you haunt your own "perfection," is my best advice.
Explore, yes. Always look for new and different.
But keep seeing the "old" as well, in all its shadow and light. Honor what's profound and incandescent and unforgettable, no matter how often you return to it.
Our eyes reveal our hearts, when we trust them to see what's truly best in our world and ourselves.
Trust inspiration. Haunt beauty. Live in a realm where magic calls. Breathe in deeply, daily, when you find your perfect muse.
Will I continue shooting this view, high atop the Souque River--even though I now live less than ten miles away.
My artist's heart, like my friend's, now shines its brightest amidst those clouds.