At the water’s edge

On the edge of the pond

On the edge of the pond

Water does not resist.  Water flows.  When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.  Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you.  But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.  Water is patient.  Dripping water wears away a stone.  Remember that, my child.  Remember you are half water.  If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it.  Water does.

~ Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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The Great Heart

Light dancer

If we demand enlightenment, it hides. . . All that we can do is make ourselves enlightenment-prone.  We learn to treasure the possibility of awakening in all moments and circumstances.  We learn to simplify and cultivate the receptivity of heart that can be touched by profound understanding.  We learn to listen deeply and discover stillness amid the movement in our world.

~ Christina Feldman

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Silk and stars

You are unlimited.

~ Today’s Yogi Tea bag wisdom

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Sock skating down the hallway

A dragon's neck.

Because I knew it was supposed to be a gloomy day, I saved some photos from  yesterday to brighten the place up.  That’s not really a dragon’s neck up there.  Just a limb on one of the trees near the pond.  But doesn’t it look like it could be a dragon’s neck?

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301: Communing with summer

Today is by far the hottest day we have had this summer.  Even early this morning it was hot and steamy, the air thick with summer.  Instead of taking my usual walk I decided today’s outdoor time would consist of finding a comfortable shady spot and learning about summer through stillness.

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176: Bird flying through a wave*

(Sunlight on the pond.)

Doesn’t that sound lovely?  Almost poetic.   I don’t have a bird flying through a wave, in a photo or otherwise.  This is just another search engine term doubling as a post title.  I do, however, have some waves and some birds.  You can put them together in your imagination and come up with a bird flying through a wave if you like.  Or, if you’re in the mood to think metaphorically, you can think of this post as a bird passing through a series of waves, touching on different experiences (subjects).  I don’t think I’ll be sticking to one subject today.

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space.  It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe.  It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.

~ Michael Strassfeld

While out for my walk yesterday, I took photos of the sunlight on the water.  I am fascinated with the way the light plays on water, as well as how the sparkles of light appear to the camera.

In the image above, for instance, the sunlight on the water reminds me of stars or little suns (which are stars, after all) in a wavy, dark sky.  If you look carefully you’ll find one of the little stars is heart shaped.  Did you find it?

I also like the texture of water in close-ups.  There are times when the camera makes it looks silky and soft even though I can see the wind is making it choppy with sharp waves.  It can also come out smooth as glass, rippled, or ruffled and ridged as if it is icing over.

(Rocks in a stream.)

For me, one of the fun things about photography is the discovery of how my camera interprets what I framed and captured.  It isn’t always what I think it will be, nor is it always what I thought I captured at the time.  Since I can’t see through the viewfinder all that well (well enough — I’m not blind but even with my glasses it’s sometimes not all that clear), and since the LED screen isn’t much better, I am frequently surprised when I upload my photos to the computer.  I love, love, love that element of surprise.  The surprises might not always be good surprises, but I chalk those up to learning experiences and enjoy them almost as much as the good surprises.

(Leaf preserved in the pond.)

It is a little like what happens when the snow and ice melt, and you finally get to see what’s under there, such as the little bits of green (the crocuses) I showed you when we had our first snowmelt of the season.  Or a leaf that has retained some of its color throughout the winter months as it floated under the ice, something I couldn’t see until the pond thawed.

(Male mallard standing guard near the pond.)

Another thing I find fascinating is the way my camera sometimes turns a photo into an almost painting-like image.  I often wonder if all cameras do this.  I never noticed it with my old camera.  I thought it was related to camera shake (blur), but I’ve seen it happen when I’ve used the tripod.  Not that the tripod is a guarantee there will be no shake, especially on a windy day.

(Last night’s moon.)

We had a beautiful evening here in the Bogs last night.  It was warm with a light breeze, the almost-full moon surrounded by a halo and giving off a watery light.  The exciting part was hearing the chorus of spring peepers for the first time this season, the males courting the females with their song.  I have never, ever seen a spring peeper.  If you’re unfamiliar with the spring peeper, you can learn a little about it and hear it here.  If I have time tonight, I’ll go out and see if I can record their sound on my own.

A blackbird in Florida

I’m posting early today because I’m going on an outing that will involve lots of picture taking, image making, photography — call it what you will.  I have another such outing planned for tomorrow, too.  One will be a feast for the senses.  The other will be a learning experience, as well as a tasty treat.  I’ll tell you all about both soon.  Tomorrow, I hope.

In the meantime, it’s time for this bird to fly away for a little while.  Happy Weekend!  😀

69: Capturing sunlight

(Sunlight in the grass.)

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.

~ Aaron Rose

I love the light this time of year.  The days may not be as long but the light we do get can be amazing.  It’s almost as if we get extra “golden hours” to make up for the shorter amount of daylight.

(Tangled with sunlight.)

Obviously I can’t go around pointing my camera directly at the sun.  Well, I could (and I have) but it’s not a good idea.  Most of the time it doesn’t work.  The flares that result from all that bright light can be interesting although usually what comes out is a terribly bright, terribly washed-out-by-the-light halo effect.

(The high light.)

During yesterday’s walk my eyes were drawn towards the grasses and dried flowers, the lines of sunlight and shadows, and the sparkles on the water.  It was a fortuitous time of day.  The light was almost perfect.

(Long shadows in the woods.)

The area pictured above is where my dule of doves reside.  They finally located the log with the grooves in it.  The one where I’ve been putting out bird seed.  It is probably my imagination but the doves didn’t seem to go as far away when they flew off yesterday.  One even came back just after I poured more bird seed into my makeshift feeder.


Today’s walk wasn’t as brilliant.  It is warm, windy, and wet outside so it was another under-the-umbrella walk for me.

(Lit up in the wildflower meadow.)

I did take a few photos today.  I’ll get to those in a minute.  Yesterday was so pretty that I’m not ready to leave it yet and switch to the gray, rainy day.

(Sparkles at the back of the pond.)

(The sun, just out of sight.)

all this time
the sun never says to the earth,

‘You owe me.’
Look what happens
with a love like that —
it lights the whole

~ Hafiz

Today’s Walk (the official version)

It’s close to 60 degrees here in the Bogs today.  I gotta tell ya, it’s one of those days when “Bogs” suits the area well.  We must have had a lot of rain overnight.  According to one place I looked, we’ve had 3.19 inches for the month of November.  All that precipitation is not helping with the pond draw down.

(Today’s view of the pond.)

I found Winter’s footprint while I was out and about.  I’ll show it to you in just a second.  First I should warn you that it involves death.  I’ve been pondering the depiction of death on my blog as part of my year-long journey/commitment.  Should I show it?  Or not?

Since the start of my commitment I have encountered death four times on my daily walks.  The deer (which I did show), an oppossum (which I didn’t show), and today there were two field mice who look to be some sort of casualties of drowning or last night’s gusty winds blowing over the pedal boat.

Death is part of the cycle, especially this time of year.  None of us seem to mind looking at the leaves on the trees as they go out in a blaze of glory.  Maybe that’s because it is only a shedding of leaves and not the death of the tree.  But I don’t believe many of us want to see the body of a dead animal.

So.  You’ve been disclaimered.  I cropped out as much of the field mouse as I could and still retain the impression of a footprint.  The ice was in this shape when I found it.

(Perhaps you would never have noticed the mouse if I hadn’t mentioned it?)