There is a chill in the air, an edge honed by winds that are also driving those clouds every which way over the mountain … the mountain that seems to be slipping away from me somewhat. Slight injuries keep me from hiking or wandering across the hills in search of better views, but it’s not so much the physical distance from the mountain that bothers me.
Lately I’ve been perusing pictures of Mt. Tam all over online. Thanks to the proliferation of photo apps, there are plenty varieties of re-visioned pictures of the mountain. Instagram is one popular medium for catching filtered and squared views of the peaks to make them look like dusty gallery finds of the obscure work of a painter from centuries past, or the psychedelic dreams of an eternal hippie, or the faded mementos of days past from a family outing. They all seem to tell a story in a way my daily shots can’t deliver, at least not without the frame of words. Of course, I’ve used Instagram myself for a quick capture of a view that matched a fleeting mood to post instantly to Twitter or Facebook, unable to resist that impulse to share without having to explain myself, or account for my taste.
With so many filtered and altered pictures of Mt. Tam out there (some of those mine, actually) these daily simple photos here seem, well, dull. Pedestrian, prosaic, paltry. The resolve to capture a daily shot and post it without alteration, save for a quick tone or focus correction, now seems like a resolution to perform a series of daily sit-ups or floss after each meal.
Maybe I hit the proverbial wall…. Not that this will stop me from trying to carry on anyway.