Seattle, WA- Sept. 5, 2012
It was the last day of the boys’ summer vacation and I felt like they bickered the whole time. They were suppose to go to their mother’s house at 5:00, but she was late. I was irritable.
The best thing I can do when I feel that way is to grab my camera and leave the house for a meditative respite – usually a short walk or drive. There I look through the camera's viewfinder at what's in front of me, frame a shot, press the shutter button, and repeat until the present returns to focus.
With a gorgeous sunset brewing, I headed towards the South Lake Union neighborhood and its sailboats, floatplanes, and fountains. Serenity here I come.
I got caught in a traffic jam on the way. I looked west from my motionless minivan as the sun dipped below Queen Anne hill. The horizon’s hue changed in front of my eyes. The clouds went from pink cotton candy to gray cotton balls.
“It’s okay,” I reassured myself, “There’s still enough light. Where else can I go?”
As traffic broke, I headed to the I-5 Colonnade trail, an urban mountain bike skills park, hoping for a consolation prize: mountain bikers in action and the chance to experiment with shutter speed.
But the trails were deserted. No bikes, no cyclists. There was nothing to shoot amidst the gray, waning daylight and dust. Nothing, damnit. Absolutely nothing.
Then I stopped thinking and looked around.