“So are you still doing that blogging thing” – the question echoed and bounced and did a little twirl and then my phone rang so I could safely ignore that niggling thought.
Yes, well, um not exactly.
That blogging thing got shafted while life and death and illness and stuff just got in the way and the years literally flew by. I religiously renewed my domain name and was going to start again and well yes.
So now I’m starting again, choosing images to delight and then hopefully the words will follow.
Blue is peace, blue is calm, blue is infinity, blue is soothing, blue is the embodiment of soul.
Within half an hour of these photographs, there was a rip-roaring thunderstorm dancing overhead – whip cracking lightning and obstreperous rolling thunder followed by a short, sharp deluge.
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” John Muir
“There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.” – Calvin Coolidge
We have had a power outage at work, my “to-do” pile is not diminishing and I’d rather be sitting on a deck (looking at this view) with my book and a glass of wine like we were last month. Thank goodness day dreaming doesn’t have an on/off switch!
So while I was bent over photographing the little things my DH was a fair distance up ahead on the path. In amongst the whisper of the breeze and the strident argument between a pair of very huffy ducks there was a tortured call of ” darling, look up”. So I did and beheld nothing other than what appeared to a mundane boulder being closely examined by my other half. I put it down to the sun being in my eyes (I suspect he may think I should wear my glasses more often) that nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was only when the call to arms was accompanied by a firm “come hither” hand gesture that I looked more closely and saw…
a rotund, fully alert yet thoroughly relaxed dassie perched on a very large boulder just off the path. He couldn’t have been more than 3 feet away from us and looked to be standing guard while his family of three popped in and out of what appeared to be their home base further up the hill. It’s closest living relative is the elephant apparently – I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t have missed an elephant perched on a rock 😀
Sometimes, you have to tear your eyes away from open skies, craggy peaks and the endless forever and look down. In the dusty, rough path around the wetland there was miniature display of Nature at her best.
The high mountains are full of contrast and character.
Sunday was cold, grey and austere with a dusting of snow.
Tuesday dawned hot, bright and full of riotous colour.
“The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble – to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills.” Philip Connors