The following post was supposed to be published on Sunday night — apparently I saved it as a draft, instead. Never did that before, so don’t know if it was my fault or WordPress did a random on me again. Anyway, here it is a few days late. . .
I’m borrowing from Sting tonight — the sun was glorious as it was going down tonight. Of course, the colours are not exactly as I saw them — need to download Adobe again and learn how to correct the colours. But, I want to share these anyway. So, here you go — a beautiful prairie summer sky.
Here are some pictures I took this weekend of the fields around Bon Accord, County of Sturgeon and County of Westlock. Just to give you an idea of how beautiful it can be in this lovely season. I took them between 5;30 and 6:45 in the evening.
I played around with the colour in some of them, because one thing I did learn in my solitary photography class a few weeks ago is that the colour captured by digital cameras will never be as good as what we used to get with roll film. So, going in to tweak the colour is not cheating. It’s representing what your eye saw. Hopefully, you like what mine saw.
Well, it’s a new day, a new week, a new start. I’m grateful that I am given this opportunity each and every day to start anew. The past can cripple you if you let it. I choose not to. I choose to be happy everyday, or at least as happy as I can be (and we all know what a struggle it is sometimes to be happy).
For me, I start my day with a walk at six in the morning with my friend, Heather. Always, I am glad for her companionship, even though there are times when I am not glad to be walking that early in the morning. Each morning, my gaze is drawn to the sky, and I’m awed by it. Whether it is clear or cloudy, a full moon or no moon, the sky always has beauty to offer.
The vastness of it, the bold colours, the very existence of it over my head instantly calms me, makes me grateful for my tiny little speck of being. Rather than making me feel insignificant, it does the opposite. Standing under the blanket of an indigo sky, with stars blinking a millenia away I feel that my life does have meaning, that all that I have strived for is infinitely worth the struggle. I say a little inward prayer, plant one foot firmly in front of the other, and begin to live all over again.