“If we love Flowers, are we not ‘born again’ every Day…”
– Emily Dickinson, Letter 1037
As I sat down this weekend to piece together my latest photo compilation, I could not believe that thirty something days had passed since the last Week in Review. My…how time flies! And, let me tell you, it’s quite the anthology of uploads to sift through when you have a month’s worth of photography. I will try exceedingly hard not to do THAT again anytime soon.
I began this month’s shoot on Mother’s Day when I took about an hour to myself to walk through a meadow near White Rock Lake, close to my home. Walking in a field, or a meadow, or a forest, or even my own familiar gardens is nothing short of poetry for the senses to me, and, with each step, I am refreshed, renewed and somehow reborn.
Today, I desire this post to be less about words and more about the visual life story of nature. Honestly, as I scrolled through some of the amazing captures this month, and selected my top 30 images, I felt at a loss for adequate words. It reminded me of Dickinson when she wrote, “Nature is what we know, yet have no art to say.” As you walk through my monthly outdoor journey, simply feel it’s story through color, texture, light, depth, detail.
Truth is…Mother Nature really needs no words to make her point.
All the best,
“Nature” is what we see — The Hill — the Afternoon — Squirrel — Eclipse — the Bumble bee — Nay — Nature is Heaven — Nature is what we hear — The Bobolink — the Sea — Thunder — the Cricket — Nay — Nature is Harmony — Nature is what we know — Yet have no art to say — So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
Thirty to be proud of.