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  • A stone wall. It was made of river rock, some faded red/orange, some gray, others almost white; a mosaic mortared together to back an aging concrete stage in an empty amphitheater in a muddy mountain bowl. Greening trees, gently moving pines filtered the declining sun into vertical slashes and dappled splashes of gold.

    On the stage was a silt-filled puddle of stagnant water. I almost walked past it. The reflections caught me--stone and trees and blue sky without clouds. My camera bounced to a gentle rest on my hip as I looked at angles, searching for a shot. Possibilities lowered my perspective until my right ankle popped and grit bit into my knees. I layed flat on my stomach, bring the camera forward, inching side to side, still searching.

    My eyes locked on, finger half squeezing the shutter realease and thumb clicking adjustments to a final setting.

    Focus, shoot. Center weight on the false horizon where wall and stage met, sun cutting two arrows down the wall, pool reflecting two arrows back in a horizontal chevron.

    Something so mundane and ordinary captured in a moment of beauty that will never be repeated, all due to a change in perspective and instinct.

    It's a reminder to me, always, every day.

    Follow the instinct, change the perspective, look for those things beautiful in the mundane and ordinary.

    I don't know if I captured the lesson well, but it doesn't really matter. It was simply a moment in time.
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