Photography (c) 2009 deAnn Roe
The following series of posts titled, "Wordless Conversation" are my inner reflections while living a couple days, alone, in silence on a creative retreat. Below is part 2.
After a short mid-day nap, the annoyance of my cell phone startled me from a deep restful peace. I hit “ignore.” In the distance I heard the sounds of a real riding lawn mower, not a giant bumble bee. At least, I hoped.
The sun was in its 2:45 PM position in the sky. However, it was mostly blocked by the ancient tree just off the loft room deck. Shards of sunlight pierced through the “hobbit-sized” door window and landed on the tan carpet. The wind was still quite brisk, so I donned my jacket then climbed out onto the deck. I stood there, eyes closed, taking in the smell of the spring air – healthy and fertile The sound of the northeasterly breeze passed through the budding leaves and was perfect music to my soul.
I had a sense I was being watched. My eyes scanned the landscape looking for suspects, but none were to be found. Then, with closer inspection of the flowerbed at the base of that ancient tree, I spotted a groundhog peeking out of his home. He kept a close eye on me. Slowly, I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket and snapped a photo of the critter – looking at me looking at him. I knew my dSLR with telephoto lens would capture a nicer shot, so I carefully crept off the deck, back in to the cottage and grabbed it. I only got one photo of him before he had enough of the paparazzi. You would think I’ve never seen wildlife before.
more to come...
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