. . . have always fascinated me, and have felt like friends. This is from a recent walk. The tree and I are practicing social distancing, with only our shadows touching.
I have a dear actual friend who used to go walking with me. I stop often to notice, deeply observe, and finally photograph — from several angles.
She has had it with my slowness. I have quite a few photos where her small, distant figure is framed by some lovely landscape element in the foreground. She doesn’t walk with me any more. She’s still my friend, and enjoys my walks — via my photos.
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.