Have you ever been doing something completely ordinary- an everyday sort of activity- when suddenly there’s a shift inside of you and everything appears as if you’re seeing it for the first time? I experienced that sensation yesterday as I was driving to pick up Maya. As I approached the exit, I glanced over at the mountains and was immediately struck by a sense of awe. A storm was blowing through and massive mounds of gray were rocking the mountains, leaving behind chalk white spires.
For a brief moment, I forgot I was in Mesquite.
I wanted to take pictures, but hauling around a 3 month-old in 40 degree weather to take random shots just for the hell of it was not an option. It did make me remember how much I loved taking pictures and how I used to wander through Mesquite and snap random shots. Doing so made me view ordinary objects in an extraordinary way. I tried to find beauty in the mundane. I haven’t done that in a long time.
I scanned through some of the old pics I took of Mesquite and the immediate outlying area, and I thought I’d share some.
Old farm equipment:
Golf course in the early morning:
Bridge over the Virgin River:
Farmer looking for his wayward cows:
Statue in the desert:
Bridge outside of town:
I think if I can find beauty in toads and bridges and drainage systems, then maybe I can find some beauty in my facial creases and c-section scar and cellulite.