I am drawn to shadows, and notice them everywhere. Decades ago I created a word: trimper. It means to walk along a shadow: a shadow of a tree, a building, a fence, a sign. This view begged me to come running through its flickering maze. Can you imagine this space without these dancing shadows? The correct answer is: No! To boring to think about!
Finally, spring! My own Brigadoon appears as the mountains of snow melt. Fake Lake spreads, shimmers, and draws geese and cranes. They float, feed, and swoop . . . for a week or two, tops. Perhaps I should rename Fake Lake. It’s Training Lake. It disappears as its fickle lovers move on to more substantial bodies of water that have finally surrendered their coats of ice to wink and wave seductively. “Epic” is a word on the tip of everyone’s tongue these days. But the cycle represented by my sweet Fake Lake is not that. I’d call it Proverbial: this too shall pass . . . and return. But RIGHT NOW – it’s Spring!
Taken out of the airplane window. Views like this are a spectacular treasure to me. I wanted it for a writing prompt, but haven’t done anything with it yet.
My friend Jan has a fabulous trellis of passion flower pods tendrilling itself near her back door. What a joy to have her share these blooms with me – and I on to you! Not sure how I will use the photos-from-every-angle that I took. Stay tuned. There may be more.