What is on my mind this morning is the outdoors after a rainy night in the spring. Replenishment that is the word I am looking for. All the plant life that has lain dormant through a long winter seems ready to thrive. All that is needed is warmth and water. The warming days kick things in gear a little. A heavy night rain and whoosh the plant life sucks it up and growth happens instantly.
If I sit on the porch steps and close my eyes I can imagine all the change that is taking place. My other senses absorb it. Dry skin absorbing the humidity. Ears swarmed with the croaking of frogs, the singing of birds, the buzzing of insects. That wet smell so thick I can almost taste it.
Open my eyes and appreciate the coming alive of color to my world. Walking yesterday I thought it was reminiscent but the opposite of fall. Anticipation builds in my imagination. The dogwoods and apple trees so close to their glorious spring beauty.
How many springs does it take before a man really stops and absorbs the abundant gift of life reborn? I am not a religious man, nor a spiritual one. I am a mean old man that on occasion is forced to stop, wonder, gaze in astonishment then go off mumbling to myself how thankful I am.
More and more I value overcast days. There is a different look to the colors I see on these days. The coat on this cottontail rabbit in the field looks luxurious. A coyote I flushed out of a brush pile bush hogging the other day appeared to have the most wonderful coat I have ever seen. The cloud covered sky made a green heron perched in the sticks in our pond stunning. Imagine a deeper depth of color. In harmony I suppose. A wet look opposed to the disappearing dryness of winter.
Did you ever wonder what it must be like to sit on eggs in an open eagles nest in a heavy rain? I have. Yesterday I kind of captured what an eagle looks like after a night like that.
While I write this I am playing the song “Imagine” by John Lennon. The words of this song relate with my being. I am not big on possessions. Well, I did get upset when the housegoat broke my favorite coffee cup. The cup a gift from a former fishing client. It was a well made cup with an American flag on it. There was a comfort to me always using that same cup. Looking back other possessions have offered me that comfort. A baseball bat, a certain fishing rod, a double barreled shotgun, my wife’s hand, ooops she ain’t no possession or is she? Right now the Canon 7D and long lens meld in to my hand.
There will be bedraggled times in my life. I know that and have learned to be thankful for them. Don’t run off to take pictures at the pond and leave your favorite cup at your perching spot on the porch steps. Life’s lessons are teaching me to be a better person. Weather I like it or not. I am pretty durn happy with me as me. There is a great chance that I will be tickled with an improved version as well.
You may say I am a dreamer but I am not the only one. The world could live as one after a rain in the spring. There is a good chance a city man walked to the local park and saw Wood Ducks perched on a log as I did in the country yesterday.
Many folks got to see Blue Winged Teal in flight as well I bet. Did they think to offer thanks? Is thanks required? For me it is.
A little closer look at the details inspires me to do better. Improvement – that vast field I can wonder happily in forever.
Imagine receiving a note saying thanks for sharing my photos of the wonders I see. I got one yesterday. Like a spring rain it replenishes me. Perhaps to find more wonder, color, and bliss the outdoors offer.
Wondering to the river the terns dazzled my eyes with the splendid sharp lines of their silhouette. The simple markings of the birds striking to my eyes. I wonder if I will ever be able to capture the amazing speed and dive as they crash in to the water for food?
On the river it was constant action as the pelicans, cormorants, gulls, terns, and heron were all in feeding mode. The sky was a buzz as well. I glanced up and snapped this Osprey overhead, so close I could not get the whole bird in the frame. Looking at the photo this morning I was astonished at how well the shot captured the bass in the birds grasp.
Imagine the shot with some color in the sky I thought. So I changed the white sky to a tinge of blue. Ahh, spring rain in my hands. I still think I enjoy the original best. Let me give it another go.
I once felt as if I was cheating changing my photos like this. The created images all come from scenes I have observed in the past. Now and then they might come from a scene I envision to see in the future. There is a time and place when I am a dreamer. Imagining a world of no country, living life in peace and harmony. The world living as one.
I wonder if you can ?