Day Twenty-two



I am aware that it’s a miracle that I’m alive.  If I reflect even for just a moment on any of the dangerous people, places and situations that were a daily part of my past reality…shit, I must have had a fleet of guardian angels.   A fact I was reminded of today…

I saw the storm rolling in over the flatirons and I drove around trying to spot the primo location to capture today’s shot.  I located my spot so I pulled off the highway into an empty makeshift dirt parking lot that gave me a solid vantage point.  Right after I pulled into the lot another car also pulled in which wasn’t weird as I had seen people stopped in that area before doing exactly what I was doing.  I paid no attention initially and set-up my tripod, grabbed my gloves, began setting my shot.  When I got ready to snap the first shot a woman flung open the passenger door of that other car and started running away without saying anything.  The driver, also a woman, flung her door open too and in what appeared to be a state of panic started chasing the other woman yelling words I could only partly understand.  I could only understand that she didn’t appear angry, she looked afraid.

When I said I pulled off the road, I didn’t go far to pull off and that woman running away from the car was running directly into oncoming traffic.  I was no longer taking pictures and I stood there just watching in horror.  I’ve seen car accidents and other horrible things up close and personal.  Today that was not to be, as that woman’s guardian angels were literally carrying her.  I’ve never seen someone evade being hit like she did.  Cars started stopping, people started getting out of their cars, and I grabbed my phone thinking I should call 911.  I didn’t because I could see multiple people dialing, yelling, stopping and pulling over.  In what seemed like a second I heard sirens and I looked away trying to locate the direction of the sound.  When I looked back the two women were holding each other.  Just standing there, in the middle of the road, holding each other.

After the commotion calmed down, and the passenger was cuffed in the backseat of a police car, the driver walked back by me and I asked her if I could help.  She told me her sister was high and that she was trying to get her back to her house.  She was crying and my throat tightened as choked back my own tears.

Jesus I’m lucky I survived.  I hope she does too.

A shot I’ll call the miracle shot, taken on my Canon 6D, EF 24-105 mm 1:4 L IS USM Lens set to Manual Shutter Speed 1/4, Aperture f22, ISO 250

“Be grateful for your seat in the rooms.  Some people will die because they never sat in one.” anonymous

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