An Evening Sky


This week. Whew.

I was stumbling around in my files around trying to find a peaceful Sunday picture. I still want to keep my promise and publish Christmas pictures until the big day. But. But. But. I’m feeling pretty numb just about now. I don’t think I’m feeling much different from most of the people living in the world after the darkness of yesterday. We are all one in that.  In many ways it got worse today. The shock wore off and left the wound. A big, gaping wound. It didn’t help when we learned the names and ages of the children. The little ones who passed yesterday were little bits of light in our world. They made the world a brighter place. Today they are tears in heaven.

Then I found this picture. It’s not much. But, it says what I want it to say. It’s about peace. I made it in the Sandia Mountains just above Albuquerque, New Mexico. I couldn’t tell you exactly where. But, I do remember it was very cold  and very quiet on that little ridge. The view was spectacular with the city’s lights in the background so it made the cold okay. It was… Cleansing. Bracing. Invigorating. Those things.

You know what? I’m having a helluva a time writing this. Usually, a thought comes to me. And I just sort of write. The words come out. Not tonight. I reckon that I’ll settle down. I’m not so worried about the words. That’s really not what I do anyway. But, the pictures? What if they don’t come? Sandias

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

6 thoughts on “An Evening Sky

  1. Happy peaceful holidays to you Ray. I used to live in Albuquerque and I remember the bracing air. A bit like here in Idaho but at much lower altitude here. v.

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  2. The words don’t come because you cannot make sense out of something that doesn’t. Like 9/11/2001 our world is changed forever. The days of running loose as kids in Long Beach, seemingly carefree and safe, has been stolen bit by bit by the bad actors of the world – frankly, it pisses me off. When a child’s life, no matter the age, is stolen from a parent your very core is shattered; to have 20 innocent lives stolen by one lunatic makes us question all that we think we know. Nothing will ever be the same.

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    1. Thank you for that, Craig. It’s hard for me to express. I’m okay not being able to write the little bit of nonsense that I publish here. If you’ve read Storyteller for the past few days, you know that there has also been a death in the family. The combination has left me numb. Normally when I’m in some kind of bad place, I go make pictures. That’s my release. In many ways it defines who I am. As a good friend of mine says, “it’s what we do.” Today, at this moment, I have no desire to walk outside and even begin to look for a picture. Hopefully, I’ll get over that. Soon. You being pissed off, might be the right ticket for me… when I get angry, I get very productive. Sorta like, “Do that to me? Well, watch this.”

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      1. Sometimes the only weapon we have to fight back with is to do what we do as best we can. Take a deep breath; go make some pictures. We will all be better off for it.

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