As I rode along the beach yesterday, an epiphany suddenly boiled over. It was the kind of insight that had always been there, quietly simmering: the reason I love being in nature—and even if just for a moment, bloom with it—taking in the beauty of creation (ocean, streams, woods, mountains, flowers, wildlife, sunsets, Supermoon, etc.)—is that what I see through my viewfinder is the closest to heaven; it pulls me out of the material, man-made world where I can see—at least in my view—Fingerprints. And in this often-debated view, these Fingerprints point to: *You-ain’t-seen-nuthin-yet. This place here is just a moment and a tease. Besides that, what have I got to lose?
*YASNY: 1 Cor. 2:9-10