Finding joy in the fullness of a sometimes crazy life. :)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday Meanderings, camera in hand.
One beautiful fall Saturday, we went for a drive. My mom, my dad and my little girl, leaving the boys behind.
The clouds were big and puffy, hovering over tan fields of corn.
Stark trees stood out against fields shorn of their covering, but not yet plowed under. The colours made my heart sing, all blue and shades of brown.
Buildings dotted the farmscape, some sleek and modern, all white and steel, contrasting to the earth tones surrounding them.
The far-off swathes of forest, all clothed in fall beauty, caught my eye. I loved the brightness of the colour, the reds, oranges, yellows and greens against a backdrop of tan, brown and beige. What colours are these fields in autumn anyhow? My colour vocabulary seems too small for these riches of autumn.
How I love the autumn sky! Such a spectacular shade, so bright and deep. Perhaps it isn't the sky that has changed, just my eyes.
And this, the bright face of my travelling companion, all grown-up at 7. She with her raincoat pockets filled with snacks, a Get Fuzzy comic book and her camera. She relished having an outing without the boys, just her, Mama, Grammy and Poppa. She stayed quiet, bright eyes alert, singing along with the cd.
Words begin to fail me. I am no artist. I cannot properly name or describe colours. But this scene...all the scenes of this day, brought me great joy. I kept snapping pictures as we sped down the highway, something I never ever do. And to my great surprise they turned out beautifully!
Great old greying(rusting) barns hold a special place in my heart. Perhaps it's the memories of the old barn from the family farm and my treasured memories of playing there. Ramshackled barns are beautiful but sad, this one looks usable, just aging.
Little pieces of inbetween land, different fields, separated by brush. These spaces prick my imagination. Is this where the fairies play?
And then this, our final destination. The weeping willows look almost like palm trees, making it seem slightly more exotic. But this, the brillant light, windswept clouds against a perfect sky were perfect for me. The boulders, the gently crashing waves soothed this soul that had been dry for much too long.
Can you guess where I am? I'm linking with Emily today and the rest of the Imperfect Prose Community. Emily, this last shot is just for you. :)