Glory of the moment

I woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of rain on the roof, a slightly disappointing sound since I’d planned to spend most of the day at the Chicago Botanic Garden. I hopped on the highway just as the light began to rise in the east, slowly illuminating the textured blanket of clouds that covered the sky. I had a schedule to keep, but the increasingly colorful sky kept begging me to stop for a few minutes for a quick photo shoot.Driving along Midwest highways provides an unending, constantly morphing landscape. I often find myself arguing internally: “That vista will be better if I drive another mile. Just wait a few more minutes and the sky will be perfect.” So often, this argument ends in disappointment because I’ve missed my chance.

On Saturday morning, I hit my brakes just north of Rantoul, pulled over on the side of the road and hopped out of my car to snap a few shots. By the time I merged back into the highway, the clouds had completely extinguished the fire of the rising sun and the glory of the moment was gone.

At least this time, I didn’t miss my chance.

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Christopher Tidrick

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One thought on “Glory of the moment”

  1. Love this shot. It's filled with joy. I can't tell you how many times I've pulled over to the side of the road. In every country I go to I'm always shouting, “PULL OVER!” to whomever is driving.

    Life is about catching the moments and never forgetting them.




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