Yesterday's photo, looking so peaceful, is an illusion. The rock you are seeing is the rock I saw as I was traveling through the cut with at least one car in front, stopped taking photos and another coming up behind us.
Why do we take those photos and study them so intently when each photo is but a snippet of an entirely bigger picture? Photos show only what a photographer wishes you to see and yet as that photographer, why is it that I still study the images so intently? I know that each image is but a fragment of the whole. I know the camera sees things differently than the human eye. I know that the choice of shutter speed and aperture can change the image and yet I still study the photo, looking for something. Is it a truth about myself? Is it a higher truth?
Even those photos of loved ones, we study the eyes and the mouth, looking for something. Some snippet of the real person. Every once in awhile, a photographer is able to capture an essence, the soul of a person or place. Perhaps that is what we are all searching out. Our soul and an affirmation of a higher Being.
Enough rambling. I've much to do with little time remaining.