|Through me course wide rivers and in me rise tall mountains. And beyond the thickets of my agitation and confusion there stretch the wide plains of my peace and surrender. All landscapes are within me. And there is room for everything.|
14. I’m thankful for the water around me. Whether it’s clean drinking water, a warm shower, snow, a lake to kayak in, a pool to swim in, ice for my drink, a river to fish in, rain, or an ocean to be amazed at I am so grateful and thankful for all it’s lovely forms. I’m a water girl. I learned to swim at a young age and have spent many hours near or on the water creating memories with family and friends. It’s a gift and a blessing I appreciate whole heartedly and don’t take for granted. I’m lucky, and thankful, it’s so readily available to me. I know others don’t have it so lucky.
9. I’m thankful for the visual world. I am made breathless every day by something I see. It seems everywhere I look there’s beauty and magnificence. It constantly amazes, enlightens, and nourishes my soul. Leaves blowing from trees, blue sky, rain drops falling just so, structures made by man, light in all it’s forms. Everything has history and a story to tell. All of it inspires awe and is magical.
I took this one at Davis Lake, Oregon. Central Oregon is a fantastic place. There’s an endless variety of places/things to shoot. Not long after this shot was taken a bald eagle flew over head, landed, and started fishing. I wasn’t quick enough to get a great shot. Sometimes it’s better to live in the moment than to shoot it.
I was in Nevada walking the docks at Lake Mead and I happened to notice this amazing reflection in the water of a sign on the side of a building. It looked like a weird painting and I wondered if I could get the shot to actually reflect what I was seeing.
Paying attention and luck is sometimes the recipe for interesting photography.
Dry… oh, yes… I need water!
When a person thinks about moving to the midwest it’s obvious to dread the humidity of the summer and the freezing cold of the winter. What’s not so obvious is how chapped your lips get or how dry your skin becomes. It’s not something you would think about really. But, it’s exactly what happens.
We wake in the morning and we can hardly talk because our mouths are so dry. We drink more water here, out of necessity, than we ever did in Oregon. Rainforest to prairie, big difference. I put my hand to my forehead, partial thinker pose, and get distracted by the flaky nature of my skin. It’s not appealing.
We will adjust, I’m sure. Lotion, creams, water, mineral oil. Whatever it takes. That’s what we will do in the surprising dry climate of the Midwest.
Now… I’m parched… where did I put that glass of water…