Mistakes


One winter afternoon.

One day in winter when the sun was starting to lower, I saw the it explode behind a tree. Light and color went flying everywhere. I left without my hat.

After seeing the image on the monitor I started thinking random thoughts.

Again.

I have a friend who lives in Vermont. The state has done an amazing job of controlling CoVid-19. It wasn’t until last week that there were enough infections to rise to the next level of sickness.

It comes as no surprise that he doesn’t get it. He was wondering when things would return to normal. You know what I think about normal.

He was really concerned about masking and social distancing. Sorry my friend, since the scientists are saying even with the vaccine you should still wear your mask, I think that’s going to be around for a long time. Maybe a decade. Maybe forever.

And, social distancing. As long as I can hug the people I love and care for I don’t give a hoot about relaxing it. Besides, after my family and friends, there might be six people in the real world that need a hug from me.

He wasn’t even thinking about changes that will last forever. We can do business without being a road warrior. We can learn from anywhere, even though it’s a documented fact that children learn better in school. We can even play full blown concerts without have to be on location. That, unfortunately, is not is much fun without a live audience.

There are downsides that are beginning to evolve. Crossing international borders will get harder. You may have to provide your passport, your vaccination certificate, and your recent negative CoVid-19 document.

That will feel like the very old days.

“Papers please.”

Sun explosions. They don’t really happen. It just looks like they do. Besides, if the sun really exploded, goodbye earth. Goodnight moon.

I saw the scene. I pointed the lens right into the sun. Everything kind of blew up, sending light and shadow everywhere.

You need light and shadow to enter through your cracks. A friend says that’s how you know you are alright.

Anyway.

I knew what I had. I developed it and worked in post production on Snapseed. Then, I ran it through OnOne where I added some exploding bokeh.

I finished it and here it is. I’m late today because I had to buy dog food fixins’.

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Watch all the beautiful light.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

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