Have you ever sat perfectly still in a canoe, at dusk in the late Spring?
Mosquitos and blackflies will gather around your head, but, as they search for a place to land, a nearly silent hunter will stalk them.
If you remain perfectly still….
The only sound this hunter will make is mostly outside the range of your ears. All you will hear is the water drop from the paddle. If you look in the fading light, you can see them. They move quickly and erratically – they are Bats.
But there is one experience that is greater than the seeing – it is the feeling. If you sit perfectly still, you can feel the air move as they sweep past your head.
Close your eyes and the World changes…
For me this is what defines true presence. An excellent photographer or an artist; a writer or a musician, occupies a state of complete presence when they are working on their art. Great art is more than an experience – it is a feeling – it engages another sense apart from the one for which it seems designed to communicate.
I have been struggling with a difficult bout of sinusitis for a couple of weeks now. It seems to come and go and wreaks havoc on my ability to focus. It has put me behind in my work, my posting here and on the Small Paintings Blog. I escaped briefly in to the dusk on Thursday to capture a few photos of that magical time. The bugs are still weeks away, but the ice is receding. One mystery transforms into another.
You can feel it, from time to time, if you sit perfectly still……