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Last night when I drove up to Regenstein Hall (one of the main NU music buildings) for my evening practice session, the water was spectacular. Only the merest folds of wetness were lapping against the shore...I can't imagine a lake of this size being more calm. There was not a breath of wind and all was noticeably hushed. Athough the sun had long since set, the light reflecting off a tin-blue sky gave the barely-ruffed water a radiant sheen of opalescence like the oily glint of a dragonfly's wing. The base of the sky on the eastern horizon was bathed in a deep blue and melted up into the waning twilight through shades of dusty pink and orange.
I took 13 or 14 pictures in the 5 minutes this particular moment lasted...and of course very little of the scene's true magic comes through in any of them. I found myself wishing I were a gifted painter...able to render a quiet spectacle of color into permanence from memory.
MMMMMM I can't wait to come and share this with you! I love you!!!!
ReplyDeleteOne of the most intense emotions I have ever felt is the one you just described: wishing I had the ability to capture a moment so indescribably beautiful in any way that would preserve it. And yet nature is a consistent tease. It amazes us with its creative beauty, and then requires us to absorb as much as we can of it in the fleeting moments each scene lasts. Maybe after we die, we will be able to revisit moments like this. But maybe the fact that they are irretrievable is an integral part of their beauty.
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