PAMELA GOODYER – A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY OF PUFFINITIS
I saw several puffins on the edge of the cliff. The air seemed to vibrate with a divine energy, and I knew I was experiencing nature in its purest form. As if on cue, more birds descended around me until they surrounded me. I felt my soul soar as I connected with these creatures of flight in a way that defied description. I traveled from a faraway land like a higher power had brought us together.
My mind filled with awe as vibrant puffins emerged from the clouds, swooping gracefully over the rocky shoreline. A surge of electrifying dopamine rushed through my veins as more and more puffins flocked near me, unafraid of my presence. I noticed a connection awakened deep within me, connecting me to all these beautiful birds. Every breath seemed to sharpen and heighten my senses beyond belief. My photographer’s glory intensified until I could barely contain it.
I instantly declared I had a massive case of puffinitis. – The absolute extreme love of puffins. I coined another phrase in an intense moment of photography grandeur. I was utterly captivated by moments of a connection to the birds during that time.
I could sense a power emanating from the birds, an aura of awe and wonderment—the sun’s descent on the horizon. The Universe was painting a masterpiece, the colors intertwining with each other in perfect harmony.
By adjusting my settings on my camera, I ensured that no beauty emanating from the power and aura of awe and wonderment would be lost in the shadows. This was a defiant act against darkness. I wanted to share this exquisite miracle with the world, so I took hundreds of photos. I craved to stay in this exact moment for eternity, entranced by this perception and determined to photograph until I could adjust no longer to fight the darkness.
Although the sun did not fully set in Iceland, it was about midnight, and the light was shallow, so I had to end my photography. I added special photography moments to my list of lifetime memories, such as the hundreds of eagles soaring above Conowingo Dam, being alone at Sunset Point in Bryce Canyon, watching the sunrise and feeling surrounded by a herd of elk outside Mount Rainier National Park. This moment will be on my list and I will remember it forever.