Through a lens darkly

I spent a somber weekend remembering my mom who passed away in June. Her wedding anniversary and a special Mass remembering parishioners who had passed away during the year filled my thoughts. I had wanted a break from the sadness and planned a hike, my first in about a month, but thoughts and feelings crept into my hike.  Things seemed dark and foreboding, the trail was foreign and cold, and I can see it in my pictures.

It’s funny how your feelings can manifest themselves in your pictures. The trail, usually bright and inviting seemed a barren landscape. I pushed a fast pace, it felt like I wanted to escape rather than hike as I made my way along the wind-swept path.

I shot very few pictures and what i did capture is more a window into my sadness than a record of the trail. Happier times must surely be ahead and hopefully brighter times on the trail.