It’s so remarkable to me that every living thing on this earth seems to burst forth from nothing. One moment there is a skeleton of dead twigs and the next, something beautiful and alive is where nothing once was.
It comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.
Spring brings the land around me back to life; it brings my heart back to life.
A flower from my beautiful boy. He doesn’t see a weed, he sees a flower….and so do I.
If you happen to find a moment today, please stop and see what’s around you. Life is beautiful every time of year as long as you take the time to notice it.
It’s been a while since I’ve been out for a good walk to take some photos. I find that the best photos I capture need to come from the moment I’m in and, quite frankly, slushy, muddy, skeleton-tree post freezing winter but pre-spring just doesn’t hold my attention well enough to really sink into the moment very often.
The promise of new life budding and warm weather; however, captures my mind in a way I can’t release.
So – spring.
I’ve always been drawn to these pretty, natural sun-spotted shots that highlight the tiniest and most beautiful details. We never take the time to stop and really examine the details, I find. When you do, amazing things can happen. In these moments, I was absolutely mentally, emotionally and physically tuned into these little leaves. They will change each day, in fact, are already totally different than they were one week ago. This moment; this exact moment in time, will never happen again. I feel so lucky to have been able to witness and hold forever this moment.
Even the spiderwebs you can barely see reflecting the sunshine are now likely gone. Never again will this tiny part of the world be this way again. Isn’t that amazing?
I have some amazing shots of the water from this same area. Will be posting those soon.
There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
A little digital magic makes the scene dance with light. Fun ways to spend a few minutes making something no one has ever seen.
I wish I could project my words this way, visual to anyone who wanted to see. Photos are another form of words I suppose. There is something wonderful about everyone being able to interpret what the see without my own thoughts and emotions clouding or guiding their own.
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!)
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
I’m not saying this will change much of who I am, but it certainly can’t hurt now, can it?