A most uncompelling image, but the important thing about yesterdays photo is that it exists at all. I had a day of nonstop demands from work that kept me glued to my computer until the very second I needed to dash to a meeting. As I drove along the Gunpowder I noticed this small, winding tributary stream that was frozen solid white, contrasting with the dead forest floor in a way that grabbed my eye and my brain. I stopped, took two very quick pictures, realized that in addition to being drastically late I was also not wearing the kind of footgear that would get me across a half-thawed and very muddy river bed to make the shot I wanted. So I got back in the car and drove away. But I stopped.
And that is the important thing. Even if I can't make the picture that's in my head, the fact of stopping, of trying, of taking one small fraction of the day to be something other than a constant mad dashing through life. Some days, stopping is almost impossible. Life carries such forward momentum.
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