THERE ARE OCCASIONS OR EVENTS IN OUR LIVES WHERE WE HAVE WISHED TO HAVE A CAMERA PRESENT BUT DIDNT ….
I have three totally different time among many that stand out in my life …
a time when I could believe that god existed … One morning when I was about 12, I couldn’t sleep. My parents had been fighting again all night. Taking my dog with me, I left the house and headed up the mountain in darkness. By the time my dog and I reached the summit it was just before dawn. I sat on the summit of this mountain, below me I knew was our village in a river valley, surrounded by high hills covered in forests. But this morning the whole valley was covered in a very thick white mist. The sun rose up the valley and the hills were in bright sunlight. The sun sparkled on the top of the mist that lay like a heavy blanket over our village. Only the top of the churches steeple showed above the white blanket, glowing almost golden in the early morning sunlight. Then as the suns heat slowly burnt off the nights mist the village materialized before me. That view is burnt into my head a never forgotten moment that I would have loved to have shared with everyone.
This is a moment for hero’s … My family and I were out for the day going for a picnic up into the Scottish border mountains. As we drove up to our normal picnic spot, we noticed there were a lot of soldiers milling around, not unusual it was a ministry of defence area. Turning a corner, there in a field had landed two Chinook helicopters. We stopped the car and stood admiring these massive machines, the pilots waved our family over. They showed us over the Chinook’s, explaining that they had just come back from Iraq. Even showing us the so far un-repaired bullet holes in the aircraft’s fuselage. After exploring the giant helicopters, we drove further up the valley and stopped for our picnic by the side of a small river. Half hour later this wonderful double beat of the Chinook's came closer. Up the valley flew the two ponderous helicopters. On seeing us they flew down so low and passed right over our heads, so the pilots could wave to us and we could wave back. I can still feel that double thud of them powerful engines and feel the rush of the down draft from the rotors. I wonder if them men and their machines went back to war and stayed safe.
The saddest moment …. The undertaker was dressed completely in black, his stature was made much taller by the top hat. The suit was old but immaculate, it had that well ironed sheen to it. The rain fell upon his suit and seemed to sit there clinging to the black fabric like his body was bejewelled. Such a stately lanky gentleman, his eyes full of sorrow from doing this melancholic work far to many times. I remember so clearly the deep red rose he wore in his lapel, the only vivid colour in the gloom of such a grey and wet winters day. As this undertaker strolled with such a slow gait along the graveyards path towards me. He looked so dignified in a forlorn way. But it was what he held cradled in his one arm. This very well dressed gaunt man made, my babies white coffin look so much smaller. Such a heart breaking image but so beautifully dignified, within the heart wrenching sorrow.
WHAT THREE SHOTS IN YOUR LIFE DO YOU WISH YOU HAD A CAMERA ?
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