I’ve been dreaming of walks in the woods lately, journeying with bears and snakes and wolves. The dreams are not frightening at all although I sometimes wake up feeling as if I went on a very long hike. The dreams are why I picked the above photo for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreaming. It was taken in New Brunswick, Canada, in the Fundy National Park somewhere on the Laverty Falls Trail.
The challenge calls for using a long exposure technique, but I really can’t do that with my point & shoot camera (not well, at any rate) so I elected to interpret the dreamy state with some processing in Photoshop.
This week’s Photo Challenge is Path. I have a fondness for photographing pathways and portals of all kinds, making this an easy challenge for me. Although I prefer to use new photos for challenges, I’ll have to dig into the archives for this one because M and I are in Detroit for the Detroit Jazz Festival. This is another scheduled post.
The storms moved through quickly last night. It wasn’t as bad as predicted. That has generally been the case for us this year. We’ve been very lucky. No major damage or power outages.
I have to move in slow motion today. Perhaps it wasn’t the storm kicking up the pain after all. The trick is to keep moving, even when I want to curl up in a ball and stay that way for a few days. The prescription for healing is to take frequent walks, do some gentle yoga stretches, and take lots of deep, calming breaths.
There are fewer leaves on the trees this morning. There were some branches down, large and small. Only one small tree in the woods was blown over.
The birds were active and singing again this morning. They must be happy that the rain has moved through and the wind isn’t nearly as bad as expected. Yet. We still have the back side of that low coming through eventually. Looks like tomorrow will be windy and colder.
Today is more blue than brown. You can see more sky through the trees now that the leaves aren’t hiding it. You can also see the house in the woods behind the pond. The man that built the house makes steel drums for a living. In the summer months, when the leaves are thick, you would never know he and his wife are back there except for the occasional sound of their voices or the rare steel drum concert. Being out on the pond has a tropical feel to it when the neighbor man provides the music.
We’re supposed to get together with friends this evening. I’m not sure I’m up to it, but won’t make any decisions until later. You never know if later will be better or not.