Through Another Glass, Brightly

Another view through curved convolutions.  Some of us at Midlife need to look through glass to see anything at all.  An interest in refractory effects follows.

Hush

Even on this bright day, the leaves begin to muffle sound and light as we walk deeper.

Further in, we might forget what time of day it is.  Noises of humans recede in this private world until they're hardly noticeable.

Full

Spring was brief.  Overnight, the trees filled in.  The papery, brown ash leaves are upon the forest floor, replaced by chartreuse.

Fresh

For a week or two, these iris are in their glory.

Mixed Patterns

Mod 70's plaid, paisley and polka dots?  Ellie's dots go with everything.

Noticing

 The morning sun momentarily plays across the room as it climbs the sky.  Ordinary objects, plain walls, are fleetingly enrobed in splendor, then the moment is past.

Stormy Garden

If we aren't careful, we take nature's splendor for granted.

Weather makes us sit up and take notice. Instantly transfigured at midday, deep and emotional, the forest has much to say.  She comes alive with motion and sound, the air buzzing with creative and destructive potential. We understand that anything could happen.

Through a Glass . . .

Stormy light illuminates layers, and the inner and outer converge. Reminiscent of a Vermeer interior, this moment begs the question -- is seeing believing?

A Mystery

Another in the series, here something in the depths catches the light.  What can it be?

Catching Fish

We used to worry we'd inadvertently step on them.  Sometimes the little fish seem to be everywhere.  Soon, we realized they were much too wiley for that.  In constant motion, these little fish evade digital capture most of the time.  I've caught four of them here, but, frozen in time, they might as well be pieces of twig.  The flitting motion, the sun flashing off scales, that's the magic that's too fluid to capture.

Riches Beyond Compare

It pays to be still, to be patient.  For only a moment, crystals danced across the water's surface.

Even Deeper

At midday the water is crystal clear from a recent deluge.  The Wooky Hole swallows the sunlight, leaving only this glimmer on the creek bed.

Rainy

The steady downpour makes the forest deeper,

the new green more tender,

the stubborn ash leaves more stalwart.

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lion

The saying goes something like this,

"March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb."

This year, March has been stormy from beginning to end.  This view of my forest sky may look the same to you, but it doesn't to me.  I see all the large missing pieces that now lay upon the forest floor from ravages of recent winds.  I remember the speed of the clouds skittering across the sky in this moment.  I see the new life bursting forth, despite nature's dramatic curation.