If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.Anne Bradstreet
Since it’s the last Wednesday of the month, Cee Nuener’s Mid-Week Challenge asked for photos related to Spring or Fall, and in an effort to fall in love with Fall as summer wanes, I decided it would be fun to revisit it, from 10 years ago. I was just beginning to learn more about photography than taking family photos. That Thanksgiving weekend, I spent a lovely, sunny afternoon with my Dad and kids.
First we went to the park to see how low the Falls had dropped.
It was so low, we could walk on the riverbed.
Then we went to woods to just wander around.
We stopped by the river north of town and found this fellow enjoying the sunshine too.
That same weekend, I went for a walk down the road with my Mom, to burn off some of that green tomato pie.
Here’s to the twilight, Here’s to the memoriesSwitchfoot, Souvenirs
These are my souvenirs, a mental picture of everything…
Here’s to your bright eyes shining like fireflies
These are my souvenirs, a memory for a lifetime.
Evening at the river. As the sun slowly sinks toward the horizon, it’s warm glows barely kisses the tops of the trees. The birds begin to settle, only a few singing nursery rhymes to their little ones tucked safely in their nests.
Below the bridge, hidden in the foliage, a bullfrog trumpets twice, and then falls silent.
Overhead, a few wispy clouds continue their journey east. The river continues it’s journey too, winding first south, then west, and winding again. It will thunder over the waterfall downstream, before winding its way toward a larger body of water far past the town. Like time, the river never ceases to slip away.
But here, though I know it is moving, it appears still. The surface is like glass, capturing a perfect moment with cloud and tree. As the surface darkens with the setting sun, the smaller plants floating on the surface begin to look more like stars, and the clouds, distant galaxies. I feel very small in a great big world.
I turn and head for home. It will soon be time to sing my own evening song, before I slip away.
Sometimes the night was beautifulRich Mullins/Beaker, Sometimes By Step
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
How are you doing?
We continue to tuck in at home, which the introvert in me is loving. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that most of my time has been spent at my folks with Little Guy. We watch tv, play board games and drink endless pots of tea. Last week we made the 2.5 hour drive home (I had to pee most of the trip – no rest stops!) so I could lead worship for our online church service and deliver groceries. Three of us played and sang to an empty sanctuary, which was strange. What was stranger was watching the service later in my pjs. We are trying to establish some routines. Little Guy works on school stuff on my laptop. Mom and I spend time on Bible study. I get exercise by wrestling with Dad for the t.v. remote and chasing grackles from the bird feeder. On some days, we go for walks and see no one. Which is great because I only have enough hair dye left for one more touch up. It’s not going to be pretty. Did I also mention endless pots of tea?
All the while, the ice is melting, the birds are singing, and the earth is slowly greening…
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of your life. -Unknown
This week, Cee Neuner’s Black & White Photo Challenge: was Words that end in “ock”. I knew right away that I was going to pick one of my favourite places in the world – sitting on the dock of a friend’s cottage. It’s on a river, not a bay, but somehow I am now whistling Otis Redding’s song, Dock of the Bay. You too? You’re welcome!
Sometimes I read a book or take photos. But mostly it’s been the perfect place to wrestle with my own thoughts. Occasionally I make notes. In the evening, when it gets too dark to see and all the boats are silent, I just watch the sun set and breathe.
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Special thanks to Big Guy for catching me having a quiet moment early one morning last summer.
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Monday was Family Day. It was clear and cold, but I had to make a quick stop at the park on the way out of town after visiting my family.
First I took photos of the FLOCK.
Then I took photos of the STACK.
As well as photos of the PARK.
Finally, I took photos of the WORKERS on the train TRACK.
Walk your own path and be yourself.
Sometimes a short walk down memory lane
is all it takes to appreciate where you are today.” – Susan Gale …
This post is in response to Cee Neuner’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Vanishing Point.