Sunday, September 07, 2008

The Problem With A Camera

The problem with a camera is, it only gives you a limited portion of what's really going on.

My motorcycle and I went for a ride yesterday. We took the camera, too. I couldn't take a picture of the camera, but trust me it was there.

Anyway. I wonder if I'm turning into a loner. I don't mind so much being alone. In fact, there are times when I like it a lot. Almost as much as I like short sentences. I mean, I like people too, but I'm finding more and more enjoyment in places of not-people.

For example, I stopped at this turn in the road on the Cascade River and sat and took pictures and felt the kiss of God in the air. Now, men aren't inclined to use this word very often, but I must say--it was lovely!

As I traveled further down this road it wound and weaved through tunnel-like trees and into wide open clearings, I sped up to speeds in excess of 90 mph and screamed and hollered at the top of my lungs. I sang some James Taylor, some Eagles, but mostly just corny little homemade John songs that can't be repeated simply because they're just that corny.

Maybe the fact that a camera only gives you a limited portion of what's going on isn't so bad after all. :)


McSwain said...

Oh, I don't know. Might be fun hearing the singing.

Alone-ness can be a wonderful thing. I used to take long road trips alone frequently, mostly out through backroads of the NW. It's a beautiful thing. Time to think, to get in touch with my God out in His creation. I miss that a bit now that I'm busy raising my boy. The two of us experience "alone" together, sort of. It's not quite the same, but I'll take it.

Lori said...

I can't remember the last time I was on a motorcycle....I'm thinking it was when I was 18 and rode behind Gary Hill, laughing all the way. *kinda like "Jingle Bells", eh?*

I think that everyone needs alone time, though a lot of people don't know it. I think you've read this before, but my own feelings about "Lonely and Alone".

Lori said...

We had one of those stereos with the 8 track tape player, back in the 70's. I'm not sure whatever happened to it.

About 2 years ago I went to an estate sale with my mom and dad. Along one wall was an old "Hi-Fi". I jokingly said, "There's no price tag on must be free!" The gentleman working the sale told me that I could have it as no one ever seemed to want them. I hauled it home straight away and it's found a perfect place in our family room. It doesn't work...right now...but who knows?