This vista holds a magic I hope haunts my dreams forever. When I see these beautiful sights my heart longs for a way to capture the beauty so I can take it with me when I leave. I have not mastered my camera and in fact left it in Massachusetts. My iPhone camera is pitifully inept at giving me a worthy image.
So, I have to stare at the distance and commit it to memory. I won’t succeed in memorizing the details, I will only be left with the feeling I get when I remember these hills and the changing blue of the sky.
The quiet solitude of traveling gives me plenty of time to focus on my future daydream’s screenplay. I know the location. I can alter the light to suit my mood. I can remember it however I want to at that moment.
Eventually I need to learn how to use my camera. There must be a way to capture the colors and emotions I feel when I stare at the landscape. I need to learn to convey the emotions coursing through me. I want to find the words to describe the smell of eucalyptus when I drove through the hills with the sunroof open and the windows down.
Everything was brand new and as old as the world all at the same time. I was traveling a road completely unknown to me. Every bend was the chance for a surprise postcard image to jump out at me.
I love seeing new things. I love experiencing the country. I can’t wait until I am able to view the world this way. I may never figure out how to record my experiences adequately. I guess I will have to relive them in my dreams.