I’ve spent a better part of this rainy day playing with photo apps and photos. When going through photos, and not just today, I am reminded that I am drawn to the same subjects again and again.
The wordpress weekly photo challenge for the week is variations on a theme. With all these similar photos, this seemed a pretty good day to post a collage of some of my recent trees. Trees are not a new obsession; I’ve been taking pictures like this for years. I think my mother may still have one of early trees framed in her house.
I love their structure, texture, lines, and the life they emanate. So often when I look at trees, I see a huge nervous system reaching out for the world. If you’ve ever seen any of the Body World exhibits you may know what I mean.
I have so many irons in different fires and so many things running through my head I’m having trouble focusing on what to do and sitting down and doing it.
To day I spent a good part of the day bathing horses and hanging out with the ladies. It was a wonderful day and I am certain I will sleep well. I was actually able to come home and get a few things crossed off my to-do list and it feels nice.
After last week’s crazy midnight bike ride, my sleep was off and I was just outta wack. Saturday evening the restorative powers of pho (sounds like fuh) worked wonders and I got an incredible night’s sleep.
I’ve been living the good life lately. Eating a little too much, staying up too late, and not exercising as I should. Finding the balance is tough! Especially when my walking partner is slowing down. With her sniffing and lolling I get to take in more nature and see things I might otherwise miss.
I have blueberry wine, visiting distilleries, friends, and new adventures to think about. I’m not sure I can turn my brain off long enough to find the bedroom. I’m certainly going to try!
Ginger spends her days sunning herself on a tightrope 25 feet in the air. Now and then, she makes my heart stop when she jumps off her perch on the railing to the ledge. In my mind, I can see her missing her landing and going all the way to the ground. At this very moment, this Mourning Dove was having the same thought.
I love that it is now staying light later and we can get a nice long walk in after work. The downside is that everyone else has that same great idea and we are all jamming our cars down the neck of a soda bottle. Not terribly efficient.
With all this rain, I keep saying to myself April showers bring May flowers. What the hell does March rain bring other than a muddy mess? It has the cherry blossoms in bloom and the daffodils. Daffy-dills are my favorite. When I was a kid, the whole front pasture was covered in daffy-dills every spring. That is one of my favorite memories from childhood.
I like to look at the bones and lines of trees. They are as much art as the painting hanging on my wall, really more so. The lines of the tree are hints at structure and stability. Any more than that and I am put off, just like in life. Too much structure and I have to buck the system. Yet I follow the same path as everyone else day after day without complaint or hesitation.
With all the rain we’ve had, it was amazing to see this patch of desert today. This ground was a gloppy mess just a few days ago. Mere feet away, the pond level is still way higher than normal.
Did you figure out what the previous day’s puzzle picture was? Answer: The picture on the left has a small tree next to a tiny tree on a tiny island. The picture on the right, the tiny island has been swallowed up by the rains.
This last little collage are some of the photos I’ve taken recently that play with lighting. With photography, as with any art, there are “rules”. One of which is never take a photo looking right into the sun. I love this shot of Coe with the sunbursts and glares. When you enlarge it, you see the detail of her fur and tail. She’s a girl on the go.
Coe is my hero. She’s aging gracefully and has no idea that her number means anything. I took the running pond picture just before the sunburst this afternoon and now she is sacked out getting her eight winks. It’s my turn now.
This post has been in my head for awhile and its taken 3 days off work for me to get around to it.
The thing I have found most startling about this move is I’ve lost my “voice”. I have a hard time crafting the words and find the rhythm of writing I once had. I may have mentioned this before, I’m not sure.
The thing that I have enjoyed most about my move is having a closer connection to nature. When I walk out my door, I’m in 120 acres of dog heaven wilderness. Every morning Coe and I do about a mile while I drink my coffee and wake up. In the afternoon, depending on the weather, the heat, and our creaky joints, we do another lap, usually a bit longer.
I find sanity and serenity in these moments. I also find tremendous inspiration. I enjoy the sounds of crickets, frogs, birds, and cicadas all in some whirlwind of harmony. I just finished the best book, recommended by my dear friend Margie. There’s a line in the book, where the female character talks about most people don’t look up during the day. I cannot imagine not looking up and seeing the wonder that surrounds us.
I hope this inspires and reminds you to look at the world around you.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Inspiration.”