Taking pictures of beautiful things - besides yourself
Updated: Aug 7
We’ve taken a lot of pretty portrait and modely-type pictures while summer vacationing in Oregon... but I think this one is, far and above, my favorite.
We were taking our daily hike on the 500-acre property where we’re staying, and got caught in a bit of a rainfall. Somehow we weren’t even phased by the sudden showers; something about staying in the mountains and feeling one with #nature made the usual annoyance of getting wet in the rain a very insignificant disturbance.
As we eventually turned to walk back I continued to scout picturesque spots to take pictures (of myself... for tha’Gram), when I saw this beautiful, whispy-grass meadow with literally just this ONE daisy in the entire field.
My inclination was to cup my hands around the flower - I’m not sure why. I asked my partner to take a photo. Later, when I saw the image I was a bit speechless. The photo was even more #beautiful and moving than I remember the moment being.
The vibrance of the flower.
How aged my hands look.
The dirty knitted sweater I borrowed from the cabin closet.
The perfectly visible rain droplets sitting on the pedals.
Life. Beauty. Nature. Age. #Imperfection.
My inescapable #vanity chimed in for a moment as I thought, “Wow, my hands look old. Hmm... I wish my sweater wasn’t dirty”. I quickly rolled my eyes at myself, realizing that these imperfections were what made the photo so beautiful, because it made the moment real and so perfectly imperfect... so human.
I have yet to put my finger on what exactly moves me about this photo, but it speaks to me and I felt inclined to share. I’d love to know what you feel or take away from viewing this moment.