A Universe of Thought

For some time now, I have posted photographs

weekly on National Geographic’s Your Shot Site

where amateurs and professionals share their

works with others. The allotment is set at fifteen

entries per person per week. After my quota has

been met, I keep insisting to my son that I have

surely hit my limit for there are only so many

photos I have taken over the years. (Even the

cornucopia of plenty does not yield a never

ending supply.) I figure I’d be satisfied to hit

six-hundred, I told my son a time ago. Then,

having discovered a new supply, I had my eye

on seven-hundred. My son laughed. And each

week he continued to chuckle as I somehow

managed to uncover another stash. Last week

I surpassed the eight-hundred mark. And this

week, having reviewed a pile of CDs I had tucked

away, I can gleefully report that the number of

photos submitted by me will exceed nine-hundred,

and see publication at the allocated pace of fifteen

entries per week. Now, I realize this pace can’t go

on forever, but I’ll stick with it and play it for all it’s

worth. Photographs are not like writing and poetry,

you know, where thoughts and inspiration are oft-

times meteoric for me. There’s a boundless universe

of imagining out there to share, particles of which

are old as time itself, randomly ready to streak through

the darkness enlightening the atmosphere of my mind.

For this, there are no quotas or limits to define. And I

do believe that even my sometimes cynical son would

not chuckle at that.

Chris Hanch 1-17-19