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Some days are easier than others. They just flow into a rhythm that gives the impression you have no responsibility in any of it. Today has not been one of those kind of days. In fact I have them rarely over the last few years. But, seeing red doesn’t always have to signify a crisis. Sometimes it can be just seeing the colors of life that just happen to be red.
I think about climate change all the time. I didn’t need Greta to help me with that, but I applaud her for helping those that do. The more I see, the more I can’t help thinking that it’s funny to think that the collective of the middle and lower classes bought into the idea that we, the individuals, could some how compensate for all the damage that bad acting corporations have been doing, and continue to do, on massive scale.
This ladybug doesn’t really know anything about from where this rusting metal pole has come. It knows nothing of its impact, good or bad, on its environment. It just knows that the wind is cold today. It knows the sun is warm today. And it knows that whatever this is and no matter the chain of events that brought it here, at least for the moment, it is the only thing that can help it warm up enough to try to go about its daily business of trying to stay alive in a less than luxurious environment.
I’m glad Greta and her family have had the courage to embark on their journey. I just wish I knew more how to help them help us.
This photograph reminds me that the framing of a thing really does change how we perceive something. I’ve walked by this tree countless times over the last decade and never once did this part of it come into focus.
I framed what I saw, but will leave you to your own thoughts on this framing.
The last few years, we’ve had more cloudy days than not in my tiny bubble in the world. Judging from the quantity and variety of mushrooms, it seems that, coupled with an elevated number of dead or dying trees, you get a paradise for these little fungi.
Because they are everywhere lately, I’m becoming moderately obsessed with trying to capture their many faces. These little guys seem to have avoided the digestive tract of the local deer so we can start to see their fall drying process.
When I walk now, I have a tendency to keep my head down. I don’t mean this in a humble sort of way. It was, for a long time, a practical thing. The arthritis made me weaker and off balance. Tripping over an unseen obstacle could result in a fall, a fall for which I could not brace. Quite simply it meant more pain.
I have to remember that I can look up sometimes. I can enjoy the simpler things that become available when I am not living in constant fear of that fall. And if I do break, better to have lived well before it happened.
We’ll see how it goes.
Facial features appear on toast, in the grain of a wooden door, even in tea leaves left after a soothing afternoon’s drink. Are we seeing them, or are they seeing us?
Some thoughts are just plain fun.