The election is over and I’m in mourning for America for what is yet to come. I needed reassuring that there is still love, peace and beauty in the world…a distraction from the shocking events of November 8th. Anything to take my mind off the turmoil of what the future will be for America, for our elderly, all the people who don’t fit the mold of the new order, my friends who are gay, of color, not the right political persuasion, who rely on existing social systems that are now jeopardized, of losing medical care if the Affordable Care Act (aka “Obamacare”) is swept away, the impact to the environment, to the citizens of the world who believe in America in spite of her troubles, that good will always triumph.
Yesterday, we went to a local Mosque to express our sorrow over the election results and to offer our aid if needed in the event of vandalism.
We were welcomed…genuinely welcomed by those in the Mosque. The older men came over to me and introduced themselves. The younger men looked my way and nodded, some smiled as they walked by. None looked resentful or acted as if I were an intruder. I was simply welcomed as if my being there was as natural as the sun.
One man, 80 years old, sat by me and we talked.
He told me his story of how he arrived in America on a scholarship in 1957, that he went to Berkley in San Fransisco, majored in Chemistry and Biology, taught in high school, that his wife has two degrees. He told me America was beautiful, so free, so wonderful, that Americans were polite, nice..that in America people were free to do as they wanted…that people didn’t disappear in America. That life goes on.
We talked about life, where we had lived, traveled, how beautiful America is, the hopes and beliefs he had for America, about goodness in one’s heart, that all would be, that the past is but a lesson for today, the future unknown. That a person is who his heart is, that everything is as it it should be, that tomorrow will be what tomorrow is. That it s not good to worry for worrying does not change today, the past or the future to come. That America is good, will always be good.
Our visit and conversation was peaceful, calming…it renewed my faith in people, in their stories, in America.
That every nation, that people have both good and bad. It’s how we choose to live our heart that is the difference.
Once home, I went out to photograph the beauty of where we are, to soak in the beauty around me, the serenity of the late afternoon. To revel in the changing weather that brings life and sorrow regardless of what goes forth in the world.
I have to take the long view…that time will heal the scars, the hatred…to see what the landscape will look like once nature heals a savaged landscape…a bleak landscape that blossomed back life faster and more beautiful than anyone could imagine.
Just as seeds set forth to prevailing winds in late fall, come spring they will once again bloom as they take their rightful place in nature’s landscape…to continue their place in the world…just as we must do.
I know that this time will pass, that America will once again right its course and that I have to patient, to take the long view as time, nature, and human spirit will prevail, that America will once again be that shining mountain to the world…even if that mountain has both good and bad in its heart.
I look forward to America righting itself…to let the world see its good heart once again.
Storm Clouds – Nikon Df, 24-85mm
Life Goes On by a Busy Freeway – Nikon D300, 24-85 mm
St. Helens 35 years After the 1980 Eruption – Nikon Df, 24-85mm
The Life Cycle Continues – Nikon Df, Bronica 50mm
Moonrise over Rainier – Nikon Df, Bronica 50mm
Rising Moon over Rainier on a Winter Afternoon – Nikon Df, 24-85