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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Friday's Gift


Since the pocket digital broke, there have been too many times that I’ve been caught without a camera; Friday it happened again. Traveling over the causeway at high tide, we drove through chunks of blue ice, stacked on top of each other, rising and sinking like deep breaths at the edges of the crumbling road. For what seemed like the millionth time lately, I said, “Oh, I wish I had the camera.”

After dropping off my daughter’s friend and returning home, I puttered, then challenged myself to take an “Artist’s Date” (as recommended by Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way--I’ll write more about this later.) Grabbing our Nikon, I climbed into the Jeep and drove back.

When I arrived, the tide was lower, the picture less inspiring, until I remembered how different things look now from the image on the Middle Passages masthead above, which I took at the same location this summer. You may recall I have an ideal in my mind’s eye about this place. The photo you see every time you read Middle Passages is the closest I’ve come to what lives in my imagination.

Friday however, was about discovering more subtle beauty--yellow salt marsh hay slumping under a burden of snow, ducks swimming up against clear ice and turning away, an elderly woman, who walked up to me and then with me, until she could point out the Great Blue heron feeding in the marsh. And my cove, minus the rowboat, quiet and sleeping. A car in the distance harrumphed as the driver changed gears, slow water shivered as it flowed under the street, shifting ice squealed--all sounds traveling on thin air, arriving muffled and subdued--hints of life residing under chilled surfaces, deep down beneath the January cold.








6 comments:

Simon C. Larter said...

Quite lovely, good lady. You've an eye for natural beauty.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

What fabulous photos and words--hay slumping, water shivering! Beautifully written,Liza. I saw a heron yesterday, too, but couldn't get a photo. I do intend to write a little haiku, though. Nature gives such vivid moments, doesn't it?

glnroz said...

I really like the ones with the grass and the posts..

Helen Ginger said...

Those are beautiful pictures. And they make me cold.

Helen
Straight From Hel

Sharon said...

The way you write descriptive prose, the pictures (although beautiful) are almost superfluous. I read this and I can smell the smells, hear the sounds and know that I am in that wonderful place.

Tabitha Bird said...

Oh wow. Those pictures are magic. You can write and you take amazing photos. Is there no end to your talents girl? :)