Just after taking the shot of the dung beetle in the previous post, I turned around and noticed this scene. I’ve learned over time that this sort of picture is not everyone’s cup of tea: it doesn’t depict a particularly interesting place, thing or event. But, I absolutely love this sort of thing!
There’s a certain poetry in the way the elements combine at a very particular moment: the way the sun shines through the leaves of the riverside trees, bathing the scene in a pool of warm afternoon light; the way the palm fronds cast their long linear shadows into the pool of light; the way the shadows reflect the blue sky resulting in a palette of complementary blues, greens and yellows. And, it was all over in a few minutes: I took a few shots, looked up at some baboons grazing further up the river bed and, when I looked back, the palm was in shadow and the light was gone.
For me, these are “aesthetic moments”. They are the visual equivalent of stopping to smell the roses.