Dare To Dream

Bagley Lakes, North Cascades, Washington. After a long day, I was tired, ready for sleep. But instead I headed up from camp into the meadows of the cirque below Table Mountain, into a world of changing cloud. In shades of gray and white, the mass moved through, lifting up the mountainsides, trailing vapor over ridgelines above as the scenery opened below until more poured in. It was wet, supersaturated, everywhere, and I found a rock to perch on so that the water would stop wicking up my pants. My watch said the sun would be going down soon. I waited through a couple more cloud banks, staring into whiteness, dreaming of everything from landscapes to life under a perfect light. I almost missed the next window of opportunity, hoping reality would imitate dreams, until my inner voice said work with what you are given. I woke up and made my exposures, and soon I was plunged back into ambiguity. There would be no blazing colors on this evening, just a gradual darkening of a world already veiled. I got what you would expect: the heavens didn’t part, troubles didn’t fade, love didn’t prevail. But I dared to dream.

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Bagley Lakes, North Cascades, Washington. After a long day, I was tired, ready for sleep. But instead I headed up from camp into the meadows of the cirque below Table Mountain, into a world of changing cloud. In shades of gray and white, the mass moved through, lifting up the mountainsides, trailing vapor over ridgelines above as the scenery opened below until more poured in. It was wet, supersaturated, everywhere, and I found a rock to perch on so that the water would stop wicking up my pants. My watch said the sun would be going down soon. I waited through a couple more cloud banks, staring into whiteness, dreaming of everything from landscapes to life under a perfect light. I almost missed the next window of opportunity, hoping reality would imitate dreams, until my inner voice said work with what you are given. I woke up and made my exposures, and soon I was plunged back into ambiguity. There would be no blazing colors on this evening, just a gradual darkening of a world already veiled. I got what you would expect: the heavens didn’t part, troubles didn’t fade, love didn’t prevail. But I dared to dream.