Earlier this month I took my camera and went for a hike around Cheadle Lake in Lebanon, Oregon. It’s a place I enjoy going on nicely lit mornings to search for photo possibilities.
This particular morning, I was in sort of a funk. I hadn’t taken a really nice photo for what seemed like forever and I was feeling like I’d never be creative again.
There were geese on the lake. There was the same old water tower. But how many zillions of times had I snapped shots of those same subjects? Yawn.
I searched for interesting light shining on something interesting. Nothing caught my eye. I searched. I grumbled. I decided to set up my tripod and take some shots of the Canada geese after all. The tripod gave me fits. I started feeling sorry for myself: There’s no creative bone left in my body. Nothing is going my way. Oh woe is me. You get the picture.
I folded up my tripod and turned around to trudge back to my car and head home.
Out of no where, a rainbow appeared over the water tower. I felt that old familiar stir – creative excitement that had been missing lately from my life.
I thanked God.
A fine mist hit my face. The rainbow grew brighter. And all was good with my world once again.