I would carry a better camera with me while I run and cycle, but the muted watercolor effect my phone's camera produces is enchanting.
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| Pittsburg, CA |
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| Briones Regional Park - Looking west as the sun begins to paint the hill tops. |
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| More paint. |
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| Looking west from the Benicia Bridge. |
You can't capture the brilliance of the icy dawn with any camera. The joy of running along frozen trails and leaving footprints in the frosted grass is difficult to describe, as is the metamorphosis of a wilderness trail from dawn into daylight. I soak in the colors as well as the crisp cold - and know that what I will able to share is a trifle. Those are moments of innocent selfishness - there is no way to share those sights and sounds; they are available in that moment only and visible from that ridge, valley or road - where at that singular moment and from that perspective only I can absorb the beauty. If I don't - then it is lost. Those moments are a gift from the Creator, and He knows they are gifts I cannot easily share.
