|Morning reminds us that darkness never lasts forever.|
I don’t really have a bucket list; I’ve never seen the point in one. I refer to things as if they were on my bucket list but in all actuality, I don’t have a hard copy. Why? Well, it’s simple really. I’ve known people who kicked the bucket with a lot of stuff left on their list; places they wanted to visit, things they wanted to do, life they never had a chance to live. Instead of wondering at the beauty which lay around them, they spent their time dreaming of the day they could leave and experience life. And that day never came. I also know people who have a conservative bucket list: “These are the five things I HAVE to do and see before I die.” But we aren’t guaranteed tomorrow, we’re only given today. It’s ok to have dreams and work towards making them a reality, but we must learn to truly live in the present and embrace each day as if it were an item on our bucket lists. I’ve learned to check things off my list daily and this past weekend was definitely no exception. I ended up flying out to California to help my brother propose to his girlfriend. He had set up a treasure hunt for her across the Napa Valley and I was given the exciting task of staying ahead of her while buying everything at the different places she would stop. After that crazy whirlwind of a day (a whole different story in itself), I went to sleep just past midnight with my alarm set for 4:30 in the morning. I wanted to get up early enough to watch the sunrise over the Golden Gate bridge. I hadn’t even thought about it until I was in California but then I realized I couldn’t miss the opportunity. After all, I knew this was an experience most people had on their bucket lists. When my alarm went off at 4:30 am, I definitely began to evaluate the importance of watching the sunrise in relation to sleep. That was short lived however and soon I was in my rental car, driving down into the Napa Valley.
|One of the many vineyards in the Napa Valley. This picture|
was captured the evening prior.
|Life is mainly determined by how you view it.|
A couple more photographers joined me up on the lookout. We shared experiences and discussed angles and apertures. And then we waited. The soft pinks and yellows began to deepen. The dark bridge slowly brightened as more light hit its iron beams. Suddenly, the gleaming sun appeared over the bay. Only a sliver at first, but its power scattered light everywhere. More people had joined us now. A guy near me was capturing a photo of his girlfriend in front of the bridge. A couple bikers had pulled up to watch as well. Another lady was sitting on a rock, gazing almost as if in a trance. The sun continued to rise steadily until the golden orb was fully airborne and shedding it’s brilliant radiance over all of San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge. The bridge was named after the Golden Gate strait, the part of water it was built to cross. That morning I discovered why.
|Why do we strive to be perfect and beautiful? Simply|
reflect the Son and you will be beautiful.
|Pictures are incapable of truly capturing the beauty of a moment...|
|Part of Fort Point from the Civil War era, a piece of history which often|
gets overlooked in the popularity of the bridge.