I started out as a photographer capturing landscapes and loved it. The feeling of harmony and connection with our beautiful world becomes palpabile in the early beams of dawn. With the sound of the echoing surf breaking on the beach, the chill in the air was refreshing and exhilarating. The extra hour afforded by the end of Daylight Savings Time meant I could convince my wife to accompany me to the cliffside before dawn. Sharing something this beautiful made the sunrise even sweeter.
I thought it would be an important game. I thought it would be the determining factor as to whether or not the Eagles advanced to the play-offs. I thought it would be one of the most sought after assignments of the NFL season for Philadelphia. I was wrong. Since the Eagles secured their position in the post season and had locked up home field advantage with a win on Christmas, their final game against their arch enemy the Dallas Cowboys amounted to pretty much nothing. The Eagles back up (currently starting) quarterback was played for only one quarter in an effort to gain a bit more field time, but with preservation of quality players being the main focus for the team, why risk anything to gain absolutely nothing. As for the Cowboys, their season ending game was just another notch in the win column, a hashtag in the history books. Even the fans knew it was a forgettable game. In the frigid 3 degree weather, many of them had left by half time. Fortunately there was a photo opportunity or two for me.
Lewis and I thought it would be a great idea to wish everyone a Happy New Year!
Whether it's the miracle of our savior's birth, the top hat that brought Frosty to life, or the light in young children's eyes when they prepare for Christmas, the magic of the season is one of its joys and mysteries. I know how easy it is to explain away the wonder as marketing hype and sales driven greed as companies do whatever they must to increase their bottom line, but the magic still lives within my heart, and hopefully in yours as well.
Sometimes Christmas appears in the smallest details. A few snowflakes on a budding holly tree makes me remember the first snowfall of the season. Memories dart about recalling long forgotten reflections of winter wonder in the delicate flowering of a bright red visitor who comes in December. The red fruit is a welcome burst of vibrant color in what is slowly becoming the bleak tones of the cold months.