Many early birthday wishes today (thank you!) have caused me to think about gifts. This past summer, while enjoying a visit from my mother, we went to the Olympic coastline. I wanted to show my Mom the gorgeous reflections that wet sand can offer at sunset. The weather was perfect and we enjoyed a few stops along the way to photograph the lavender fields. We had traveled 105 of the 109 miles to our destination when we rounded a corner, started down an incline, and ran SMACK into a fog bank. Not a wispy, oh it will blow over fog bank, an impenetrable wall of gray hanging mist. The temperature dropped like a stone along with our hopes of photographing glorious pinks and magentas and oranges with deep blue sky and water. We checked into our little ‘roughing-it’ cabin and decided to take a walk on the shore.
The bracing sea air and the vibration of the surf on the shore worked on my mood and made me remember that there were photographs to be created. I’ll let the photographic results speak to you as they will, but the most important thing I captured that night was a renewed commitment to remember a lesson I thought I knew: a grateful heart accepts all as a gift.