SOMETHING MISSING

19 April 7.06 am, now a full hour after dawn. Above, a pleasant, even refreshing scene. But no sparkle. Yet my eyes saw moving, shifting moments of light – and I was heartened by them.

Looking out, I felt co-present with an active energised dance of tiny lights. It was as if they were creating and recreating the world.

My camera didn’t lie. It provided a visual record of a beautiful moment. But it missed the numinosity of that moment,  and the nature of my experience. The technology is wonderful, but it has its limitations.