Go west young man but I shall head east
Work has taken me (and my camera) to the desert all week … to a lush, verdant oasis that overlooks not-so-distant mountains. And all week I’ve been wondering what’s on the other side of those rocky cliffs. Every morning I’ve watched the full moon quickly descend into the beyond of the jagged peaks … and I think to myself, what a wonderful world!
Not to be cliche, but Louis Armstrong’s words really did come to mind as I watched the huge golden orb sink into the great unknown. It’s been an interesting few days. I’ve met folks from nearly every state and several countries. I’ve photographed people, golf courses, muscle cars, a girl in a giant bubble, and believe it or not, an astronaut!
Now nearing the end of day five, I no longer look towards those dry, desolate mountains. I don’t wonder so much about what’s on the other side. My eyes are focused on my final photographic tasks this evening, and then they’ll look eastward … toward home. Those mountains are still vying for my attention, but so are the kids who called from home to say there’s a chicken with a sore leg and they’re not sure what to do about it.
Reality is setting in again, and it’s the best kind of nostalgia!