IN A FLASH, I’ve passed the farm site along Minnesota State Highway 60 between Faribault and Kenyon.
But I’ve clicked the shutter button, preserving this rural scene, a moment frozen in time. Many times, for whatever reason, I have photographed this place.
Later, viewing this most recent image on a computer screen, I notice the details that escaped my eyes during that drive-by. And I wonder how, all too often, we miss the details.
Details comprise the whole, define our lives in ways we never realize. A look. An intonation. A reflex. Puzzle them together and you have life.
A snapshot. An album. A collection of minutes, hours and days that collectively become weeks and months and years. And suddenly you are, like me, past middle age, a generation away from death.
You wonder about the details, whether you’ve noticed and embraced and lived them.
Have you swung in a tire swing?
Or have you simply viewed tires as a necessity to carry you along the highway of life? Too busy to notice details.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling