Ephemerality
A transient configuration of clouds reflects magnificently in the rare and fleeting waters of Lake Manly (which exits only once every decade or so when flood waters inundate the Badwater salt playa), forming a tender vision like interlocking fingers grasping the last hints of pink sunset light--at Badwater Basin, Death Valley National Park, California.
By the time I took this shot, the warm tones of sunset had long diminished, and it seemed we were well into blue hour. I was breaking down my gear and thinking about dinner actually, when I noticed that this cloud pattern and a refreshed faint hint of pink had appeared on scene. I almost didn't bother, as my first thought was frankly tired--the light's super low and it's just a simple reflection--and I figured we'd be back to shoot there another time before we had to head back to our homes in the east.
But with ephemeral things like clouds and light, and even the thin mirror waters of this Lake Manly, we know there is never another time. Be they subtle or grand, these moments of nature's beauty, like all moments, exist only once in all of time, and not to stop and appreciate them, to seize them, is to lose them forever. Endless new moments await, of course, as nature is bountiful with beauty across time, but I knew that, subdued though it was, this moment would be the only one of its kind.
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Ephemerality
A transient configuration of clouds reflects magnificently in the rare and fleeting waters of Lake Manly (which exits only once every decade or so when flood waters inundate the Badwater salt playa), forming a tender vision like interlocking fingers grasping the last hints of pink sunset light--at Badwater Basin, Death Valley National Park, California.
By the time I took this shot, the warm tones of sunset had long diminished, and it seemed we were well into blue hour. I was breaking down my gear and thinking about dinner actually, when I noticed that this cloud pattern and a refreshed faint hint of pink had appeared on scene. I almost didn't bother, as my first thought was frankly tired--the light's super low and it's just a simple reflection--and I figured we'd be back to shoot there another time before we had to head back to our homes in the east.
But with ephemeral things like clouds and light, and even the thin mirror waters of this Lake Manly, we know there is never another time. Be they subtle or grand, these moments of nature's beauty, like all moments, exist only once in all of time, and not to stop and appreciate them, to seize them, is to lose them forever. Endless new moments await, of course, as nature is bountiful with beauty across time, but I knew that, subdued though it was, this moment would be the only one of its kind.
Thanks for viewing!