The Wind Blows Wherever it Pleases
Day 268
February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon
Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.
Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.
A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .
Then think of the tall Delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.
Today I wandered in the sun and in the wind. Today I wandered hiking trails and boggy areas. Today I wandered across a bridge, down a sledding hill and up to the top of a look out tower. It was a nice wander made nicer by the warmth of the sun on my skin, but more challenging because of the wind blowing into one ear, whistling around in my cranium before exiting the other ear and leaving an ache behind. My camera was looking for a friend to photograph, but my eyes wanted to take in the *big picture* today and while I saw the tall dry grass from last year bent in the sun, the tiny pointy leaves of the wild roses unfurling from the brambly branches, the red berries on branches with sunlight shining through, I didn’t make myself stop to get better acquainted, other than one time to have a heart to heart with the bolts fastening the steps of the look out tower.
It has been a strange winter. The snow has left as quickly as it came, the daffodil leaves are 2 inches high and pails are attached to the sugar maples. The warmth of the sun is expected at this point in the year. The tapped maple trees are not. I wonder what summer will bring us…
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This is awesome Cyndi!
The colors, the texture, the contrast, the composition and the DOF.
Excellent photo!!
As I was climbing the wooden steps of the tower, these were right in front of me so I just crouched down, snapped 2 quick shots and started climbing again! What a beautiful day!
And sure summer is going to bring you great things and ggreat photos, which I really look forward to see 🙂
I look forward to the heat and humidity (though not the storms!)!
This is a really cool shot. The dof makes me happy. 🙂
You guys, too? It was actually a news story last week – our maple trees are never tapped this early!!
We did wake up to winter again today, though. From no snow to 3 or 4 inches overnight.
My poor tiger lilies!
I watched a man tapping yet another maple this morning – they say the sap has already been running so this is likely going to be a bad year for maple syrup.
Wow ! Lovely photo. 🙂
Sounds like you had what my Grandad used to call a lazy wind … it goes through you instead of around. 🙂
Well, it sure rattled around in my skull. I like the term, lazy wind!
Strange to be thinking of flowers in February in such imminent terms! But beyond that, I’m mighty impressed with your tower-climbing exploits. When I’m on my own on a windy-day outing, I wear silicone earplugs and they do wonders for evading earache. You braved the wind *and* the height–but it paid off in yummy rusty bolts. Yee-hah!
I shake like crazy when I am climbing those steps too! Don’t look down or it is all over! The light that was reflecting under the step and onto the bolts was perfect and made me remember that I need to do DIY light reflector for other outdoor and indoor project.
The colors in the rusty bolts look warm to me. I love the descriptions in your walk that allow us to see what you see.
I could have described more, but I didn’t want to bore you with it all!
Never thought bolts could be the stuff of dreams and yet here we are. 😀
The whole post is dreamy, beautiful! From the colours in the photograph to the poem to your musings. Warm and beautiful!
I hope summer brings us rustling corn fields, cool breezes and riotous blooms.
What’s DOF?
DOF is depth of field – selective focus will help with that in a lot of close shots.
I am looking forward to the rustling of the corn leaves in the fields – yesterday I listened to the soft sound of the wind whooshing through white pines.
That sounds quite lovely!
The simple, simply beautiful rewards of bravery! My hats off to you Cyndi (and it wasn’t the wind that took it!) I am SUCH a fan of the “nuts and bolt” of manufacturing, of rusted parts of machines, of old farm tools. and I love this image of yours!
I love to see the rusty and textured shots that I see other people take and for once, I got my own!