Friday, February 17, 2006
Finding warmth in the sand
I'm still working my way through the pictures from our vacation to a warmer land. It's been over a month since we came home, but I find that spending time immersed in the images keeps the memories close. It also serves as a counterpoint to the extreme cold that whistles just outside the window as I write this.
That's our youngest munchkin, Noah, heading back to his towel to see his grandparents. I'm surprised that his little legs weren't blurred in the picture. He essentially has two speeds whenever he's moving between two places: running, and running really fast.
I'm tempted to say that I really like this picture because it was technically difficult to shoot. Generally, taking pictures into the sun and over reflective surfaces is usually a recipe for disaster, so I'm happy I was able to get anything.
But beyond the cold logic of the photographer, I remember that instant where I was surrounded by perfection. Everyone around me was blissfully happy as they enjoyed the simple pleasure of a beach on a warm day. Nothing mattered beyond that moment. That's peace.