Death Becomes Her

My best friend and a work colleague both lost their mums over the past three months. As a result, what is normally a topic banished to the recesses of my mind has been much more prominent of late.

I’m very fortunate to still have both my parents and thus harbor no illusions of having any answers related to loss and grieving. In both these cases mental and physical illness was rife and their passing was a blessing – I would imagine for them and most definitely for their loved ones!

Yet again, nature becomes my point of reference. While walking the river on our last weekend break, a fallen tree caught my eye. With DH’s warning of “watch for sun bathing snakes” ringing in my ears, my camera and I went to investigate (DH couldn’t be separated from his ciabatta and “monitored” progress from a grassy bank).

A most fantastical display of plant life had sprung forth from their dying host. A veritable forest of fungi and traces of numerous bugs dashing about but I resisted temptation to break away some of the bark for a closer look. You can justimagine the headline in the local Insect News ….. “Monstrous alien invader destroys numerous homes in unprovoked raid”


In black and white

~ Thousands of tired,  nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the  mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; that mountain parks and  reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers,  but as fountains of life. ~ John  Muir
So, fitting somewhere in that gene pool, we fled to the mountains for a long weekend at Castleburn Lake. We walked, we hiked, we ate, we drank, we talked – in the fresh air and the sunshine. Yes, we worked – not quite at the level of zen disengagement (yet). I took photographs, a lot of photographs – the joys of digital.
Trying out the whole “theme” idea this week – this first picture was taken while crossing an open field next to the river (luxuriously full after the good summer rains). In colour it was a fairly run of the mill collapsed tree, in black and white somewhat apocalyptic
A little further along the “singing” waters was the remains on a tree that had literally been taken out by, what must have been, a humungous lightning strike!
Somehow this black and white is almost better in colour – if that makes sense.
PS. Apologies for the bunched up post but WordPress doesn’t seem to want to give me any spacing between paragraphs and pictures!