This past weekend I paid a little visit to one of my favorite places. I was in Denver to photograph a wedding on Friday, but I managed to squeeze in a visit to my college roommates and besties before and after. This means that I have seen Jenny and Bethany 4 times this year – definitely a record that we will be hard pressed to top, especially as the number of our friends that can get married and have us all at their party is dwindling. (Seriously people, we are totally good wedding guests that dance hard, participate energetically at all awkward activities, cry at toasts, and always stay to help clean up, so feel free to invite us to your wedding even if you don’t really know/like us.)
Originally, we had all planned on what we do best, which means eating and marathoning through some BBC miniseries (Bethany always picks because she has perfect knowledge about what we should all start watching) with a shopping run here and there to make use of Gap coupons and fashion opinions.
But then I got to Denver and saw the beautiful fall trees and the rising mountains and I begged them to go up in those peaks on Saturday. We did a pretty easy “hike” (more like a walk where we scrambled over some rocks) but it was enough to get us out under that big blue sky, breathing in that mountain air, and taking in those mountain views.
Plus, I have never been to Colorado in the fall and I LOVED it. Unlike the Midwest, South, or East Coast fall, CO fall was kind of a one note deal: YELLOW. Everywhere you looked across the horizon the scenery was punctuated with bright patches of my favorite color. I kept on wanting to stop and take pictures, even though none of them could do it justice. Jenny and Bethany put up with my giddiness remarkably well, even though neither of them seemed fairly impressed by the amazing beauty that was Colorado fall. They’re used to it, this endless yellow. Whereas I freaked out every time I saw mountains out the window and infuriated a whole bunch of drivers trying to take pictures as we inched through traffic (I know, I know… not safe), they can take the mountains for granted. They’ll still be there the next day, and the one after that.
Because that’s how it is with the beauty closest to us. We might have been impressed initially, but we get used to it, we stop letting it take our breath away. Maybe that’s one of the few perks about over obsessive picture taking generation: we take a little more time to stop and notice the normal beauty in our everyday lives.
My flight was downsized and I was bumped, making my trip home a lot longer and less fun. But when I got home last night, James and I still decided to take a walk to the Capitol. We like to go there at night and sit in front, gazing up at the dome and taking in the perfect stillness that descends on Capitol Hill at night. This week, they are building scaffolding around it for renovations, scaffolding that will be there for the next couple years, and we wanted one last look at something we take for granted all too frequently.
I don’t want to take the beauty of life now for granted. I want to be impressed constantly by what’s around me and marvel at the things I’m used to. Thank goodness that this beautiful season helps with that.