I’m spending my winter break in the snow. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Like a good ski racer mom should, I’m spending my winter break in the mountains, at the ski hill.
We’re just missing the snow.
At first it was kind of nice-the weather was clear and cold and the snow making machines were doing their thing day and night. We could hardly tell the difference. I enjoyed not having to slog through snowbanks from the car to the cabin. Hauling luggage and groceries was much easier, and I haven’t even had to take the snow shovel out once.
Then it warmed up.
Suddenly I wasn’t spending my mornings and afternoons on the slopes. Instead, the lodge became my home for seven hours a day. Outside the windows I could watch the dirt streaks appear and the rocks uncovered. Morale was going down on all fronts.
Aside from learning a snow dance, I needed to do something different. As I set off on a walk in the afternoon, I began to make startling discoveries-there was more to this place than snow. The simple, stark beauty of winter dormancy took hold of me, and I found myself snapping photo after photo. This image was taken on the border of the Alpine Meadows Ski Resort, where I spend many days during the winter months.
As I looked at this little frozen creek I realized that the lack of snow wasn’t altogether bad. I thought about how we often wish for the familiar, the known. These are the places we feel comfortable and safe – and predictable.
I’m learning that if we look at the flip side, though, we can see some pretty amazing things, and that by turning our perspective around life looks beautiful, just in a different way.
What can you flip over and discover in your life today?
SMACK! My head crashes into the bar, back and forth, back and forth. Up and down, side to side. I am the ball in the pinball machine taking one hit after the next. No time to take in the scenery from the top. Eyes pressed shut, arms braced, my mind drifts back to the Lamaze exercises I learned in birthing class so long ago. Go to your happy place. This too shall pass. Only the strong survive.
|Paul Mason Photography|
Sometimes as I’m moving around in my day, an image gets stuck in my head that I can’t shake. Sometimes it conjures up a memory, a feeling, or provides an impulse to do something. Often, though, I just see something that I want to capture in my mind for no particular reason-it just speaks to me. I’d like to offer these images up for ‘thought contributions’-as a way to generate a community of ideas together.
Today’s photo comes straight from my uncle Paul’s portfolio. I couldn’t have imagined anything better for my theme this week, as I have come to the realization that I am not a digital native.
While I consider myself ‘tech-savvy’, I have been humbled this week with the start of an online course on global education and the death of Steve Jobs. Although a few years older than I, Mr. Jobs was definitely a digital native. So it can’t all be about age…maybe there are levels of assimilation? This course I’m taking has shown me that I haven’t a clue how to attack digital text, do online mind mapping, or participate on online discussions. I have quickly realized that I am a digital immigrant, and will have to learn a new language and customs to operate in this society…and I REALLY miss my old typewriter.
Are you a digital immigrant, too? Can we ever break through the technology culture barrier?