Day 242 – Up and Over

Up and Over

Day 242

Over the fence by Emily Dickinson

Over the fence —
Strawberries — grow —
Over the fence —
I could climb — if I tried, I know —
Berries are nice!

But — if I stained my Apron —
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear, — I guess if He were a Boy —
He’d — climb — if He could!

It is so bright, bright, white all around.  I am so ready for the greens, the warm yellow light, the purple flowers that dot every ounce of space that the tall spring grasses haven’t claimed.  I am ready for my bare arms to feel the kiss of the sun.  I am ready to feel warm rain on my face, to feel the river current washing over my bare toes, the sound of peepers breaking the silence of the night.
And no matter how ready I am for it, Old Man Winter isn’t ready to relinquish his cold, white grip on my world.

Evening 125

Sometimes He provides by not providing.

Blessed is the one
whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the one
whose sin the LORD does not count against them
and in whose spirit is no deceit.

When I kept silent,
my bones wasted away
through my groaning all day long.
For day and night
your hand was heavy on me;
my strength was sapped
as in the heat of summer.

Then I acknowledged my sin to you
and did not cover up my iniquity.
I said, “I will confess
my transgressions to the LORD.”
And you forgave
the guilt of my sin.

Therefore let all the faithful pray to you
   while you may be found;
surely the rising of the mighty waters
   will not reach them.
You are my hiding place;
   you will protect me from trouble
   and surround me with songs of deliverance.

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.
9 Do not be like the horse or the mule,
which have no understanding
but must be controlled by bit and bridle
or they will not come to you.
Many are the woes of the wicked,
but the LORD’s unfailing love
surrounds the one who trusts in him.

Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous;
sing, all you who are upright in heart!

~Psalm 32

Night 124

Night 124-

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.

Night 123

A toddler's view of Chicago Road.

Night 123 is here!  My daughter sits beside me weaving a friendship bracelet, Yes Man is the noise in my background along with the chirp of a cricket right outside the door and I am actually chilly enough to have a throw over my lap to warm me, except my toes are sticking out and they are little ice cubes!

The Strand - it is showing 5 films right now, none of which I would like to see.

Today I dodged the intermittent sprinkles and took a walk around downtown Sturgis.  It was nice and cloudy so the color saturation was nice and not too much was overexposed.  I wandered by the empty old Moose Lodge and liked the glass brick windows – the building itself is in terrible repair and sits in a hopeless wait with a for sale sign leaning against the door; the stately old Christmere House which is an abandoned bed and breakfast here in town – it is sad to see this beautiful lady falling apart and decaying and in need of rescue; I visited the front of Willers Shoes, where a cheerful planter of flowers modeled graciously; the Strand Theater with its colorful marquee – I am thinking that I will be visiting her with my tripod some night soon.  I like walking our downtown district – there are very few vacant storefronts and there is always great music playing along the sidewalk as you pass by the windows.  I skipped Great Lakes and a couple of other buildings today as the rain started to fall again.  Maybe another day, or perhaps night.

Glass block windows on the Moose Lodge.

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Night 122

I knew it was too good to last and I am back to “night”; and so I bring to you, night 122.

The dahlia gardens at Bonneyville Mill call me each year with their vibrant color and the beauty of the blooms.  You would think that after 4 years of shooting the same garden, I might get sick of it, but each year brings new explosions of color.  I can’t resist them.  The Elkhart branch of the American Dahlia Society outdoes itself every year.  Today as I darted in and out of the rows of flowers (dart might be a strong word), a lovely Hispanic family came over to look at the flowers and to take a couple of photos of each other holding their sweet little girl.  I asked if they would like me to take a photo for them so they could get one all together and they did a nice little pose in the midst of the flowers.

I had to force myself to walk away from the garden after I had taken 67 photos and I had to force myself to delete a good many of the shots because they were all nice to look at.  I have found that when I have that many photos that I like, I have to do the split second choices.  Open two and quickly decide which is better.  I prefer to think that my first instinct is a good one and that I didn’t toss the best shot of the day.  My favorite of today is the pink bud, which is why it didn’t make it into a collage, but I am second guessing my decision to delete the other two photos of it.  Oh well.  Que sera sera…

Afternoon 121

Afternoon 121 – And it is coming in while the sun is still shining.

The Gene Stratton-Porter site is located in Rome City, IN on the shore of Sylvan Lake.  Sylvan Lake is a “fast” lake teeming with jet skis and motor boats that speed by noisily.  I am not a fan of the fast lakes and the noise pollution they create, but Gene Stratton-Porter is an oasis amid the chaos.  As walk through the tall trees, everything filtering green takes me back to walks through the state forest with my uncle Mike when I was a young girl.  The foliage mutes the sounds coming from the water and I can imagine the serenity Ms. Porter enjoyed as a naturalist while living in this lake.  There is an abundance of plant life, benches to rest on and birds flitting all around.  The log home has a wonderful porch facing the lake that affords a spectacular view.

I set out today to photograph the flora and the fauna and to my dismay, I discovered the lack of an SD card in my camera when I got there.  It was a perfect day to see what the iphone could do and I must say, I am quite pleased.  I had to delete the majority of what I shot, but there were a few gems mixed in.

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Night 115

Night 115 – As I was out tonight taking my photo(s) of the night, it was humid, it was hot, it was not 15 degrees below 0.  I hear everyone complain about the heat and I am thankful for it. I can go outside without 3 layers of clothing, I can walk on a sidewalk without slipping around on patches of ice, I can get into my car and drive down any road and there isn’t an ounce of black ice, my face isn’t chapped from the cold, my heating bill is non-existent, I can jump into water and let the water sluice down my skin, cooling it, I can enjoy a nice fire outside and listen to the crickets and night birds, there is no frostbite in my summer.

Summer just does not last long enough.

Night 114

Night 114 – My summer girl and I headed out to play in the sunlight today.  She is so amazing, so wonderful, so beautiful.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting – a wayside sacrament.  Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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