In linking up with Susan’s Outdoor Wednesday, I thought I’d share some more photos from our recent vacation. Here’s one where I tried to capture the river that runs through the little town we visited. But it’s hard to really catch the power and energy of a rushing river no matter how many times you try. Sorta like…
Trying to make a wily squirrel hold still for a photo op. Can you see his tail as he disappears behind the rock. I can identify. This is what I try to do when anyone points a camera at me!
And this place reminded me of the Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken, a portion of which I’ve included at the end of this post. I took it on our hike in the mountains. I use the term “hike” loosely because I was whining and panting about five minutes into it, begging my husband to turn back. But pride and steely determination pushed me on so that we made it half way to our goal. Considering my dramatic outbursts, I was quite amazed with this accomplishment and even more amazed that my husband endured my shenanigans. What can I say? Once again, he was awesome – a real trooper!
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.” Robert Frost
LYRICAL – Expressing deep personal emotions or observations (adj. from the noun lyric)
Lyric definition from dictionary.com: “A kind of poetry, generally short, characterized by a musical use of language. Lyric poetry often involves the expression of intense personal emotion. The elegy, the ode, and the sonnet are forms of the lyric poem.”
I like this word because it stirs something in the soul. Memories of beautiful songs and poetry. The word makes me think of wind and water. Elements that are soft and lovely but extremely powerful at the same time.
Here is a fine example written by the famous poet, Robert Frost.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I took this photo as my husband and I were walking through the park near our home recently. It was just before dusk, in the twilight of the day.
We were halfway through the trail that leads through a wooded portion of the park when I noticed a beautiful blue light streaming through the treetops overhead. I was glad I happened to have my camera with me as I was compelled to take this shot.
Interesting, though, what I saw with my eyes was different than what was captured through my lens. The photo, to me, has an eerie almost other-worldly quality. It has not been enhanced or modified in any way which makes it all the more mysterious.
Here’s something I wrote in response to this photo. At times, when something evokes a strong feeling, I have a need to write, to attempt to describe it.
Seen at Twilight
High overhead I see the light,
the burst of blue from angel’s wings
Like cool flames come to cast a glow
upon my path and let me know
my heart is seen
I’m curious. What do YOU see in this photo? Ever looked at clouds with someone and found that you each have a different take on what you saw? It would be interesting to see what you see, so leave a comment and let me know…
On this, the first day of Spring in 2010, we are experiencing the last blast of winter here. At least, I think this is the last of it! Here is a picture of what I saw when I woke up and looked out my window this morning.
This time last week we enjoyed a lovely, sunny day. We were momentarily swept up into the spirit of springtime and added water to our little patio fountain. Of course, we were blissfully unaware of the impending snowstorm coming our way so we now have a little ice rink for the birds. Do birds like to ice skate?
Oh, well. I’m sure the ice will melt soon and we will be on our way to a truly beautiful season. A season where flowers flourish in the embrace of long, sunny days and we are blessed with the happy sound of nature singing songs of new life all around us. Here’s a short little verse I wrote a few years ago, inspired by just such a day.
Song of Spring
Feathers and flowers
Birdsongs and showers
Springtime and blue skies
And butterfly breezes
Sweeping through my hair
As I breathe the sweet air
Savoring sunshine and
Listening to bees buzz