Sometimes I think that we are, all of us, hunters of time.
We stand on some lonesome plateau, small temporary things with spears at the ready, and the moments go stampeding past us in their infinite multitude. They pass us by without so much as a glance in our direction. We are no threat to them.
They are forever, and we shall soon be gone.
Once in a while though, if we are careful…,
we may just take down a few of those passing moments.
I am taking a bit of a break from the blogging this week and instead I’m thinking back to my vacation to the Pacific Northwest back in September. It is difficult for me to believe that it has already been a couple months since I was hiking those high trails. Time is fleeting and the moments move very quickly this time of year.
I have yet to fully examine all the photos I took while there, but I thought I would share these with you. Sunrise on the slopes of Mt. Rainier.
Moments stolen, which I am willing to share, but will never willingly give back.
And then there was this moment.
Finding myself face to face with a great elk and not more than a dozen yards of open ground between us. He turned to look at me just as I released the shutter, capturing the moment but not the feeling of awe in my heart.
As I lowered the camera he held my gaze for a moment more and pawed at the earth, warning me to approach no closer. Saying a silent prayer to the Forest Lord who’s very image seemed to stand before me, I backed away, quietly.
Moments like these are rare. We must savor them while we can.
And then be watchful for those that will follow.