But yesterday was different. I took my camera with me. I set out to photograph what I've cherished so much about this week--to witness the rising of the sun over the North Sea and the moon setting over the western hills. A quick turn of my head meant I could see and experience both of these morning moments at the same time.
Yet, having the camera with me change the way I walked, looked, and thought. Instead of being fully present, I was desperately trying to capture how the beauty of dawn was making me feel. And after taking photo after photo, I was feeling more disappointed with my ability to capture the moment with my camera. I just about convinced myself if only I had a new camera, a longer lens, a sturdier tripod, if only I could learn the art of photography, maybe even take a class, well, then I could capture this moment better. I could capture it the way I really see it. My frustration led to insecurity which led to disappointment which led me to question the way I was seeing.
By the time I turned on the path headed for home, I realized that before cameras, there were only words. And sometimes even words can't capture what you feel inside. Sometimes capturing beauty calls for an admiring silence, a small act of stillness. Sometimes just showing up is enough.