In moments like the one where I photographed the early evening sky on the Tennessee River, I forget about all the other worries of the day. The sky always fascinates me with its ever changing beauty. No matter what has happened during my life in any day, I turn to the sky for peace of mind. I think the sky and I have an understanding that change is good and delivering on the promise of our best work is most rewarding. Some may argue that either one of us (the sky or I) have bad days where we don't deliver what is expected. I tend to believe that we deliver exactly what is needed. May not always be pleasing to everyone, but we know that we have our own faults and perfection is in the eye of the beholder.
There are countless pictures of the sky at sunset or sunrise. I don't claim to be a great photographer and don't expect to ever become one. I know what I like and that's enough to satisfy my memories of moments like the one I captured Sunday night. I watched the horizon as I was driving back from Dalton, GA to Chattanooga. I knew that it would be close to sunset when I finished dinner and decided to make my way to the Tennessee River Walk Park. I stopped by the Chickamauga Dam first with hopes of a good view of the sky. After a few shots of the Great Blue Herrings waiting patiently for a fish to catch, I decided to move further down stream. My next stop was at mile post 6 where I had a good view down river with enough reflection and slight cloud cover over the western ridge. I usually set up my cheap tripod, but decided to rest the camera on the railing of the river walk. The rest is in the photograph above. My perfect memory of the gift from the sky.
The beginning of my Sunday was laborious to say the least. We only worked until a little after 1 o'clock. The lifting of conveyor parts was strenuous and invigorating. After work I opted for a round of disc golf at a course in Dalton, GA. The 30 minute ride south of the Tennessee State line was uneventful. The park was big with numerous baseball fields and other recreational equipment. I found the first tee and began a quest through the labyrinth of trees, paths, hills and valleys. Some baskets were at the top, side or edge of some pretty steep hills. The fear of throwing a disc and having it roll down a hill was ever present. The description of the course was "Tight and Technical". So true! I managed to walk away with a 62 on the par 56 pro course. The front nine was my downfall. 1 triple bogey, 1 double bogey and 3 bogeys. I birdied once and bogeyed once on the back nine.
All other events since my last post were work related except for my nightly run along the river. The Chattanooga area has a lot of things to do for so many walks of life. If you've never been here, you should consider taking a vacation or a long weekend here. I wish I had more time to enjoy the many attractions and natural wonders the area offers.
Keep your eye on the sky.
You'll get what you want out of it.
I do!
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