Photograph (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 6.
Post shower, I donned black shorts and a white short sleeved tee-shirt and headed outside with camera in hand. Again, the sun was that “mountain sunshine” I love so much. Illuminating everything it falls upon with a shimmer that looks as if it’s coming from within. Do I shine like that?
The symphony was in full concert as I strolled around the gardens, sometimes stooping inches from the moist earth to capture the most delicate of flowers through my lens. I spent a good 90 minutes meandering around, watching the way the light fell upon the plant life, then lined up perfect shots in order to hold that moment in permanent digital form.
The symphony was in full concert as I strolled around the gardens, sometimes stooping inches from the moist earth to capture the most delicate of flowers through my lens. I spent a good 90 minutes meandering around, watching the way the light fell upon the plant life, then lined up perfect shots in order to hold that moment in permanent digital form.
Under a particularly old and tired tree sat a story-laden wooden bench, and it was beckoning me to join it under the tree’s wide canopy. I accepted the invitation. I sat quietly in the filtered sunshine and noticed the busy members of the harmonious symphony: Cardinals, Blue Jays, Robins, Black Birds, to name a few. I’m not much of a bird person. I enjoy their songs, but don’t know them by identification. And I’m alright with that.
It wasn’t long before I spotted my groundhog friend who was also out for a morning walk. What a fat and rolly-polly groundhog he was. And so entertaining to watch. For a moment I felt as though I could have been doing something more worthwhile with my time, but then I remembered – I was.
It wasn’t long before I spotted my groundhog friend who was also out for a morning walk. What a fat and rolly-polly groundhog he was. And so entertaining to watch. For a moment I felt as though I could have been doing something more worthwhile with my time, but then I remembered – I was.
more to come...
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