Lightning storm on Grand Traverse West Bay
My 86-year-old mother is not doing well at Munson Hospital. And while I worry & fuss, it's impossible not to find relief and a sense of calmness by the beautiful view of Grand Traverse Bay from her 7th floor window.
Yesterday, lightning played in the distance as a boat ventured out on the water. Is it heartless that I took pictures of the view while she slept? It seemed wrong, somehow. I should be staring at her, counting her breaths, watching the monitors. And yet...I took pictures out the window.
My husband well knows that I find comfort inside my camera. I'm not "hiding", but what would you call it? My camera has coaxed me onto airplanes and to the top of skyscrapers, inside narrow clock towers, to stand in the face of storms, and even saw me through my father's burial. I can face almost anything thru the lens.
Today is the start of another day at her bedside. I left my camera at home.
But I feel a little lost without it.