I play tennis on Thursday nights, among others. Usually I find myself harried, driving down Lake Shore Drive like a demon, late to the gym in Lincoln Park that has indoor tennis courts.
I wasn't looking for this particularly, but as I was cursing the idiot driver in front of me, going 20mph, I pulled onto LSD on this day and this view presented itself to me. This is such a rarity to see the Drive stretch out virtually empty in front of you. Add in the eclectic mix of clouds--some menacing, some beautiful, and a tad of blue sky in there somewhere--and it was a sight that did not literally stop me in my tracks but inspired me enough to shoot this picture "on the fly" in a couple different ways.
This really spoke to me today. Beautiful in its disarray. I immediately felt like this image summarized all the possibility (and also the foreboding) to come in the next months.
More on that soon.
Suffice it to say, I've decided to make some changes that I know will be challenging, that I will fight against either immediately or eventually, and that will impose themselves and their own rules on me as I make my way through. And that's okay; in fact, that's great. That's necessary at this point.
But this view today, presented as a gift I'm sure, reminded me that even foreboding, even challenge, even storms, even a confusion of all of them have their own beauty and space in a world that may seem overly known.
And beauty isn't always sunshine and rainbows.
Sometimes, the world needs several layers of clouds and the restlessness of a storm moving in not because it helps us appreciate the sun, but because it in and of itself is something to truly behold.
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