This post was started last month so is a little out of date! For instance, snow, frost, cold – all seem long gone. We have had a strangely warm weather pattern for the last couple of week that will probably continue into this next week. I know better then to think that the cold season is over but am enjoying the warmth while it last. Please enjoy some perspectives I have found in these pictures.
My camera eye has been drawn to weird things lately, as you will see.
Interesting shell on dry riverbed.
This seems to be a larger then normal snail shell (at least for our little river). My eye was drawn to that area and at first I did not know why until I looked closely and saw the shell. The shell is a symbol of planned, patterned, normal in the midst of chaos. Not everyone will see it that way but time and again, I feel a sense of calm looking at that shell.
Someone is saying where are my white sunglasses!
Once again, I was drawn to look deep into this puddle near the river’s edge to look at what seemed out of the normal and I saw the white sunglasses. I chuckled to think that someone’s floaty rolled over and off went their favorite sunglasses into the water. Was it you? Well maybe they will still be there in the spring. I feel a sense of humor looking at this picture.
This is a pile of yuck formed in a bend in the river. With the river water level down it is yuckier then ever. The film of goo, the dark trailing moss, the tangle of sticks all form a picture that feels sinister.
Do You Ever Feel Muted?
Sometimes we all feel like we are lost in the crowd, not recognized for who we are, or simply buried under our false identities. I was drawn to this statue of a girl and a boy in one of my flower beds because it reminds me of how I can feel if I let myself wallow in self-pity or let the weight of burdens wear me down.
This is a recent picture, and I might have shown this scene before. These two logs sticking way out of the water at low water level are two of the snags we have to watch out for in the summer when we raft down the river. Then just the tips of these two sneaky logs can be seen and it is fun to paddle our hearts out trying to get around them. Some day we might just see what happens if we let the tubes go where they will. (Are ya game Kel?)
Choochie has struck again!
This was taken in the midst of a visit from Choochie! It is a fun chaos that pops up shortly upon her arrival. Fortunately, Choochie’s mother is very good about helping to clean up before they leave. This makes me feel happy and I want to say “Ohhhh” in a sustained gushy voice, with my head tilting to one side and my eyebrows forming into an expression that says “She is so sweet”! (Just have a few grandkids and you will know exactly what face I am talking about.) It goes along with the feeling of itchy fingers that long to tickle the sweetness that causes this mess!
Christmas Eve Storm
We finally got some snow on Christmas Eve – which was very timely! Beauty in white and colors!
Blown Up Cattail
These cattails speak of the beauty of dying to oneself. In order for new cattails to grow the old ones have to completely, literally, come apart at the seams. Sacrifice, not an easy thing, can be a blessing.
Beauty in Frost! These pictures were taken in my yard when we still had winter. Their beauty shows the effect of frost on metal. Kind of like believing in good coming out of trials, there is always something to hope for even in the heart of winter and there is ALWAYS beauty for the eye to see!