Sunday, October 26, 2008

North, South, East and West

This was the view at six o'clock tonight, looking in each of the four directions. There was also a rainbow in the south but I wasn't quick enough to catch it.
Looking up at the sky on any day reminds me of how much the world changes, from moment to moment, around me, but on days like today ... well what can I say. Change, beauty, power displayed differently every direction you turn your eyes. Here it is in order of North, South, East and West.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Last Clouds of the Day

Armada of Clouds

I think I'd like to make a photographic list of things I'm grateful for and fill the list with pictures of clouds in the sky. Today there was an endless procession of clouds marching across the sky like a great armada.

Walking Stick

Is he bug or is he twig?

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Autumn Evening

Autumn evening
There's joy also
In loneliness

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Perfect Saturday

In her book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard wrote about her childhood habit of hiding a penny along a sidewalk so that a passerby could find it. She goes on to say that the world is full of marvelous surprises (pennies) that we can find if we choose to look for them and see them as the gifts they are: "There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand."

All I needed to do today was look up and there was my unwrapped gift, my "penny" from heaven, waiting for me in the sky. There is something beautiful happening in nature every single moment of every single day but if I want to be rewarded with these gifts, I have to be willing to open up my eyes.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Ramble in the Woods

Today I went for a ramble in the woods. I left work and got in my car, drove out of the city and into the country, away from the world of work and people and expectations and into my own world -- the world of the self and solitude. I came home. Trees are beginning to change colour, starting with yellows and pale oranges and browns; that distinctive wet leaf and mud smell of autumn has returned.

Change is everywhere. Everything is in a heightened state of flux. Some of the trees still have the look of summer, but some already have the deep reds of autumn. The trail was muddier than it was in the summer. It was quieter, too. The sky was a volatile mix of dark and light, sun and clouds, summer and winter. Looking to the west I saw a huge storm cloud obscuring the sun and, when I looked to the east, I could see a sky that was as blue as a summer day. I stood halfway, with my camera, and felt the wind blow one sky into the other

Sometimes I think God speaks to me through the desires and impulses of my spirit. Today that impulse was to get out, get moving and get into nature. I don't know why I so often ignore God's voice because God always knows what I need better than I do. Today the need was clearly to be outside, to not only see and accept the constant change in the world but to also acknowledge the beauty in it.