Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Other Side

The beaver pond is still and smooth, reeds and cedars along the far shore cloaked in drifting fog that billows and swirls as though stirred by a vast, benign and blessing hand.

Earth and water are warmer than the air, and the meeting of the three elements spins a pearly veil over everything in sight. Sunlight or autumn rain - either will disperse the fog, but there is rain in the cards for today, and it will most likely be rain that lifts the veil.

In a few deep breaths, the countryside has morphed into its early winter configuration, trees bare on their slopes, fallen leaves ankle deep in the woods and windblown fields arrayed in grey and taupe. Down by the pond, the hawthorn has lost its leaves entirely and wears only a few frost touched berries.

Just out of sight is the artist in her wellies and oilskins, carrying her usual cameras, lenses and filters, brush, pen and field notebook. Entranced by the magical ambiance, she thinks it would be even more so with a single beam of sunlight coming through the trees beyond the pond and shining through the fog to generate voluminous shadows in three fey dimensions.

She was feeling rather lost when she got here, and in truth, she is still feeling a little lost, but paradoxically, she also feels she is home.

2 comments:

B. Rogers, Living in Black Mountain said...

Well, I am here with you in "lostness" if that makes sense. The beauty of your daily photos always brings me here to read your blog...so you are like the ray of sunshine to me. How about that!

Tabor said...

Being a little lost means you can find some new and interesting things and that you will feel more than special when you find home again.