Reflections, Perspective and Memorial Intentions

I constantly wonder why I am so drawn to things like this building.  I will be sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, out on a weekend with the family, and I’ll see something like this building in the distance and my entire being calls me to stop, capture, analyze.

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Sometimes I think it’s because I see beauty where others may not and I’m full of myself enough to think I can show what I see.  Sometimes I rationalize that the state of the place makes me think they’ll tear it down sometime soon and that lack of permanence makes me want to capture it before it’s gone.

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Things being there and then suddenly being gone; particularly when I least expect it, has always been a *thing* for me.  People, family, places, memories; it messes with me to realize that nothing is forever and nothing is ever guaranteed.

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If I could wrangle a promise out of the universe that things would just stay the same for a day, I would be willing to sacrifice quite a bit.  Finding that balance in life is hard for me and for many others, I realize, so maybe I’m just making sure that these things; places; buildings that were once loved and called home to someone, are never totally relegated to the pile of dust and then empty space they will eventually become.

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Like a memorial stone in a graveyard, my photos can keep something alive, in a way, that might vanish from the world at any moment.  Once a few years pass and people move on, no one will even remember that this house once existed.

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(It just dawned on me why I take photos of myself and save them, although I rarely share them with anyone. *chills*)

 

 

Another kind of Deer

My husband travels quite a bit for work.  He happened upon a stable one day as he drove to a job that was quite out-of-the-way and almost ditched his truck in excitement.  (He’s amazing – always on the hunt for new photo material for me!)

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King of the paddock

This, my blog friends, is a Reindeer.  He seemed to be the only male in the herd, so although I don’t know much of these guys and their family structure, it appears that one male gets to hang with all the ladies in his sizable herd.

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The Ladies

I did a bit of research on these guys and I’m not sure if they are pregnant yet or just in the beginnings of the mating season.  The male is in molt (the stuff hanging off his antlers in the first shot is what’s sluffed off so far) so I’m guessing mating or babies are soon to come.

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They heard every click of my shutter – amazing hearing as I was a long way away – telephoto lens in full use for these shots!

It surprises me each time I encounter an animal that is not necessarily indigenous to the area we live in.  It’s amazing to see how animals can adapt to their surroundings and thrive when assisted.  I have a feeling these guys would overheat in the summer if it were not for the farmer who likely shears them like sheep to keep them cool.

The only thing that I disliked about this particular adventure was the fact that I got to spend time observing a herd of animals I’ve never seen in person before, but the entire backdrop for this photo shoot?

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Windmills and towers are not included in a Reindeer natural habitat. 😦 Until now, I suppose. 

 

 

The Moon

 

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The moon has always been one of those things in nature that captivate me.  I wondered as a child, how it could be possible to see the moon at night, but also at times through the day.  As I grew and learned about how the universe works, it began to make sense from a physics point of view, however, I still find myself feeling a spark of excitement and wonder when I see the moon hovering in the middle of a daytime sky.

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That moment; that spark of wonder;  I think that’s something we are all missing out on.  I’m going to spend time searching for the things that ignite my curiosity and spend more of the precious time I’ve been given in this life filling my soul with wonder and the beautiful world around me, rather than wading waist-deep in the muck through the synthetic reality society dictates.

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I’m not saying this will change much of who I am, but it certainly can’t hurt now, can it?

The other side of the fence

These sweethearts came right up for a photo.

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The younger, in purple, was carefully watching over the tartan.  She was older and it he seemed to be her son.

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Big brown eyes for both. Calm energy, listening as I told them how magnificent they were.

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And of course, as always, I got a cheeky tongue!

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I was honoured to have been a part of their day.  The younger was engaged in some games with his rival across the fence before we showed up.  There was a lot of stomping and racing going on but it ended in a gentle nose touch across the fence when dad came to settle them down.

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My gentle neighbors

This little family warmed my heart.

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Quiet and gentle above.  Words of wisdom below.

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Mom and dad, or best of friends.

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…this little guy was picking fights across the fence but the two above never left his side.

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Dad standing by, strong and proud; not knowing how beautiful he is as he watches me take his portrait with curiosity.

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Everything can be so simple when you stop to break it down. Protect the ones you love; do not let anyone convince you to be someone you’re not, and above all, love what you have and who you are in the moment. Every moment.

Freeze and flow

The winter season is when I tend to stay indoors more often so my camera doesn’t get to go on as many outings as it does in warmer weather.  This day, I was just going grocery shopping but decided to take my camera along.

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I’ll find myself thinking that winter is ‘bland’ through the lens, unless you’re shooting something specific, because it’s either dead, brown twigs that used to be lush green trees, mucky slop on the roads mixed with sand and salt from the plows or pure, blinding snow.

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Bland or otherwise, I went out with my camera and without even trying I pulled over at various spots along my drive and captured the things that caught my eye.

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There is something complex and lovely about the way that winter looks, even though the colours are not as vibrant and everything is half hidden by snow.

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It was then I realized that winter was just as lovely as summer.  I had been missing so many chances to capture beautiful scenes around me that would only ever exist once.

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So here’s to blindingly white snow, half-dead looking twigs and stems and the biting cold wind that ices and frosts everything in its path.