Some from years ago.

I love the sky and the lights that bring each new day and then sustain us through the day. What a grand creation this is and with all of the things that change each day. Well, I have yet to live a day in 55 years that has been the same as any other day. My days are always filled with something new and different when I go outside and take the time to look. Maybe that is why I love photography so much because it is a way I can capture a little of it and help me to remember it.When my children were young and I worked a graveyard shift I often could get home in time to walk the half mile to the bus stop with them. Quite often I would take my camera and sometimes even get to see a bunch of birds flying in their V-formation. It is really something fun to do.

And only minutes later the scene would be different and yet the same.

Then there were the opportunities to go on scout camps. Wow you really see some neat things early in the morning and all during the day when you are in the mountains. Everything can change so quickly. There are times though when you can't capture it all and you only have the image in your mind. For instance. There is a camp where we used to go to do Junior Leader Training for the Boy Scouts of America. One summer I was asked to visit the camp and do an impression of Baden Powell for the Scouts. He was the founder and such a friend of nature. Anyway while I was there that night we had a small rain storm and another one threatening. As I left camp that night to drive the 50 miles home I was a little worried that my van might not make it up out of the canyon where the camp was located. I was unable to leave until nearly midnight but there was a full moon to the East and no storm so I felt a little more safe. Well as I topped the hill and could see to the west I saw the most magnificent sight that I had ever experienced. It was a moonbow. Yes it was raining to the west of camp and the full moon shining on the storm created a rainbow effect with the only , and big difference, being that there were no colors that I could see, only differing shades of white to gray but a perfect bow none the less stretching across the sky. I drove home, at times sliding back and forth in the mud as I went down the 7 mile long hill,  wishing I had been able to photograph it. I didn't have my tripod even though I had my camera and I could not of held it still nearly long enough to get a proper exposure. It was a lesson learned and a memory cherished.

What a difference can be made in the way a scene appears just by not knowing how to set the white balance in your pictures. I still like to make changes though to my images now because then I get to take part in creating something beautiful as well. I remember who creates the perfect image first and give thanks for the opportunity to behold it each time.