I feel like a warrior, who, having repeatedly pulled the trigger on his weapon, does so one more time, only to hear the sickening empty click that signifies an empty chamber, and a spent magazine.
(I speak of course of shooting pictures, the gun is simply a metaphor.)
I have seen several scenes during my time here at Messiah, so beautiful in fact that I wish I had had my camera around to capture them. I need to get into the habit of always having it with me, fully loaded with fresh batteries so that I can shoot at the drop of a hat.
As time has gone by, I have missed many such photo opportunities, and am faced with a dilemma of sorts. Every picture I take is eternally meaningless. What then is the value of my taking pictures? If I were to take every picture I see, I think the world’s books could scarce contain them, and even were it possible, who would spare the time to look at them? And even should they?
I like taking pictures for its own joys. The thrill of seeing something previously unseen, and capturing it digitally. Then, being able to put it on my iMac, and seeing it in full resolution. It makes me happy all by itself. But is that enough? Is this a worthy thing to even spend time on?
Or should I, as I often think, simply enjoy the vistas as I walk by, allow them to be imprinted upon the canvas of my mind, and simply go my way, enriched in my having seen them, and content to let the images roam free uncaptured?
I know not, but this thought occupies my gray matter for now.
Hmm.
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