I had an errand at my parent's place this afternoon, so I took the opportunity to take a walk along the creek. What caught my eye today was the interaction of sunlight and water. There is something soothing about watching the water babble along, and the play of light reflections dancing across the sandy bed. It doesn't make for a dramatic photo,but it was a peaceful moment, despite a sharp wind.
I caught a giant tadpole in this creek once, back in my childhood, out playing with the Burkholder girls, when they lived in the big, old white house on the corner, surrounded by big, old trees. There is a miniature golfcourse there now, and the trees and house are long gone. ("Changes, coming upon us....")
Or perhaps it wasn't a tadpole, since my memory, which could be faulty, is that it lived for two years in a fishbowl on our windowsill, never turning into a frog, finally dying on an Easter Sunday.
It was too cold for tadpoles today, though I did see signs of bird-life. And the remnants of dried plants, carrying seeds for the future.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.