When you let your feet go and allow your mind to follow, anything is possible. I love to travel, to venture out and so, I can scratch another place off of my bucket list. It was Nova Scotia that found me hiking highlands and drooling over rocks! From beach washed flat stones to goliath statues, I would pause thinking that I had just walked among the most supreme of supreme rocks ever made. And then… I would turn the corner on another beach and on another road. The place was magical, the people, sincere and welcoming. It will certainly hold a piece of my heart somewhere along one of those beaches that crash along one of those cliffs!
Every year about this time when the temperatures climb from freezing to “love this” we wonder if it might really be the beginning of Spring. Well, Mother Nature holds her cards close and all we can do is appreciate the day as it’s given. Even in central Ohio where winter is less than spectacular, one fresh coating of snow can make winter wonderful! The last? One can only wait and see.
They get pelted by sleet and battered by rain, yet they stand. Year after year their hinges obey repeated commands, and they stand. They shelter their occupants, some friends and some foe and they stand. They have earned their place in the landscape as trees and vines cling to their boards so they too might stand. A few tears will fall when someone replaces the perfectly weathered boards with new trees, and new bricks, and new stones to make their mark, to make their stand.
Life along the river valley during January and February can be rather monochromatic. We sit and wait for color to appear which is why I’ve decided to concentrate on the shapes and silhouettes that grace the landscapes. It’s a lesson in critical seeing and it forces me to look at the positive and negative spaces. Not saying that spring won’t be a welcome addition!