Sky Love

I’m a Sunrise/Sunset addict. When I die, my children will find hundreds of pictures saved on CD’s, thumbdrives, and computers of the skies over California, and much of the rest of the U.S.A.. They will groan and utter, “Here’s another sunrise…”

I just can’t help it! The absolute beauty of the sun slowly peaking up from the mountains or ocean just knocks me out every time and I have to run for my trusty little camera, and snap ten or twelve pictures. Many, many times we have sat at the beach as I take frame after frame of the sun sinking below the waves. Each minute seems more breathtaking than the previous one, and before I know it, twenty more pictures are on my memory stick.

The wonder of all this snapping is that I can upload all of the pictures from my memory stick to my computer and then decide which three…maybe four J I NEED to save. Back in the “olden days” when film was our medium, each picture had to be IT because of the expense, and I have albums filled with not-so-perfect pictures of…you guessed it, skies.

Perhaps as I think of this, I need to acknowledge the power of the sky over me at any time of the day, as I also have scores of cloud images; white and fluffy, gray and heavy with rain or snow, high and thin cirrus glowing with ice crystals. I have startlingly blue skies over the Anza Borrego Desert and Grand Canyon, and yes, a huge number of pictures from my own front and backyards.

Of course, I am only one in a millenniums’ old love story with the sky. My favorite Book talks about the skies in so many of its verses. (Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.) Perhaps this is the root of my obsession with the heavens.