Thanks for Nothing
“Nothing” has been blowing my mind all year. The smells and colors of spring, summer and fall. More sunrises and sunsets witnessed and photographed than ever before.
Visiting and photographing a group of wild turkeys day after day in the spring, mating and singing their songs and dancing their dances. Deer, elk, coyotes, foxes. Ants, bugs, butterflies and fish.
Stars, comets and meteors. Getting off my rear and away from the 24/7 news coverage (arguably its own pandemic) of pandemics of virus, racial injustice, natural disasters, an exhausting election cycle, the list goes on and on, to go observe with all my senses, first hand, the world and universe we live in, and to truly marvel at nothing.
Perhaps God, the universe, whatever you believe in, maybe you believe in NOTHING, has been blessing us with the most precious gift of all: time. Time to see, hear, smell, touch, feel, wonder, marvel, and be thankful for time to be more and do less.