THE SCIENCE OF PINK

Wahoo River, GA 31º36.092N | 81º013.008W

The grandeur of nature rattles my senses. 

A pale yellow sun timidly struggles through clouds 

and reflects on steely gray waters. 

Surreal, endless water, 

glistening, marsh grass gold, 

explosive against the sheer artistry 

of gray on gray on gray on blue.

The sweeping and overwhelming subtlety 

makes me feel inadequate to appreciate 

what's been spread before me. 

And yet, I partake. 

I attempt to capture. 

I hack at description. 

I fail.

Nature's splendor is larger than words, 

larger than lenses 

and my tiny human effort to capture it.

I am reduced to the single moment. 

The utter silence of gray. 

The screech of gold. 

The sweet and gut-wrenching science of pink 

wrought by sun and bits of atmosphere.

Which cloud cares if I have traveled three miles 

or fifty 

or five thousand 

or none at all?

Darien River, GA 31º23.046N | 81º20.043W