Through and Away
Steamboat Springs, Colorado
We were scheduled to have friends over for dinner within the hour, but the evening was too grand. Storms to the north made for awesome tone contrasts in the sky and the willows had already been touched by the midas of spring. Not to mention the fantasy green of the grass, so eager to grow after the snow receded. I had to get outside. After moving around a while, I found a point of complementary color in the rusty roof of an old barn, as well as a nice leading line into the northern storms. It took a little while for the cars to leave the scene, but when they did I was giddy for having found the composition. Needless to say, I was late for dinner.
And I was glad for it. "The only way out is through." It's a simple saying, but one that has repeatedly help soothe my soul in hard times. The first time I heard it was my from Dad. He trying to help me get through the frustration I was having in my first year of college at UCLA. And after that, whenever I would start to feel especially discouraged, I would just think: the only way out is through. And it's been like that for everything since then. Such a little piece of wisdom can go a long way. This picture brings my verbal friend mind and helps me find peace in difficult times.