Dear reader, do you know how often I wish I could take a picture of what I see?
About a zillion times a day.
And I've always been that way, ever since I was a little girl...which is a bit odd because back then a camera was treated like the holy grail and film was doled out like the fountain of youth, drop by precious drop. So it's not like I would have naturally felt entitled to a camera and yet I remember many times thinking, "I wish I could take a picture of this."
At any rate, your interest in my last scenic tour of Las Vegas was perhaps a bit too encouraging. I see the craziest, saddest, most heart wrenching, loveliest, most breathtaking, bleakest, starkest, most troubling things all the time. I am always wishing I could document the images I see.
Gina left a comment in the last post asking how these scenes affect me. I would say they stay with me, sometimes resting heavily. They evoke the exquiste feeling of awareness, the weight of helpless concern, the warm and sometimes aching bond of humanity.
And dear Mau, yesterday I drove down the Strip just for you! Because you called Las Vegas exotic and I was all, how could someone from the most exotic place on earth (Malta, of course) find this town so fascinating?!
To be honest, I also find it fascinating. Then again, I thought my childhood farm in Canada was fascinating. Perhaps I am easily fascinated.
At any rate, I hope you are having a wonderful day. I hope we do what we can to make the world a better place and then enjoy the beauty of life without getting paralyzed by the seeming endless sorrows around us.
Lately I've been reminded love is the most powerful thing of all.