Tuesday, December 21, 2010
We had an amazing opportunity to watch an eclipse. Like most nights, I was pretty worn out. I almost felt obligated to get out my camera, snap a few photos - just to say I did - and then go to bed. I half-heartedly go outside with one of my cameras ... of course, it's the moon, and it's challenging (for me) to get an image I like. That's all it took to get the juices going. It was no longer sufficient to snap a few photos.
Suddenly, it seemed like the best idea in the world to camp out (in December) and watch the whole thing. I dragged out all my gear and before long, I had a VERY comfy bed set up under the stars. I was plugged in to chargers and had a few camera options on deck (you never know how quickly batteries will drain in cold weather). Eventually, I got pretty cold, but there was no way I would go in and miss anything! Once the real me kicks in, I just keep going and going. My parents tell me I was like this from birth: if I could find something to be excited about (and I usually could) I'd stay up all night if possible.
And this night was pretty special. Not only did I have the challenge of photographing something unusual, but I had hours and hours to look at the sky and dream. I don't think I've done that in a very long time.
The lesson for me? I could have had a normal, tired-out, run-of-the-mill night. If I didn't take those few steps outside my door, I would have missed something amazing. It was literally a handful of steps standing between me and a lifetime moment. This time I can say I have no regrets!