Reflections

Fleeting

There are only a few seconds often to catch that decisive moment. The term comes from Henri Cartier Bresson, using it to descibe a photograph by Martin Munkasci of three boys running in the surf at a lake in Liberia.

For this week, the idea came from the insane colors reflecting in the west during a morning sunrise. Then there was smoke in the bosque, contrails leaving patterns in the sunset, skies basked in color, a moon in the middle of the day. And once, evidence not of things fleeting, but what can beome permanent: a trail through a desert landscape. But even there, fleeting things are captured. Footprints of animals, of both the human and four-legged sort.