“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.” - Anne Patchett
Like a sunflower
you are my sun
when i can’t see
the other one.
September 8, 2022. I sat outside on my deck intending to get a picture of a chipmunk. Chipmunks have been chirping and chattering around the back porch all summer long. They do some damage to plants and dig holes in the pots and all over the yard, but I can’t see them as anything but adorable. Wild things have such hard lives, living out in the elements. And this little guy is still brave enough to sit on the edge of the deck while I take his picture from my comfortable chair.
September 8, 2022, evening. Sunset walk. Looking through fading blossoms over the lake while this part of earth turns away from her.
September 8, 2022. I arrived at the barn just as the sandhill cranes were taking off. It is a bit of a blur. It’s amazing that birds this big can actually fly.
September 8, 2022. Sunflowers are in full blossom in front of the fence at Waypost Brewery. I couldn’t resist stopping to look at them against the perfect blue sky this morning. The bees and grasshoppers couldn’t resist them either.
September 9, 2022. I was mesmerized by the swans circling each other in the morning at Wade’s Bayou in Douglas. Dipping their long, graceful necks below the smooth blue surface as they swam, cool water dripping from their bills as they lifted their heads. It was a dewy dream.
September 10, 2022. Saturday morning, the moon was full, and it was going to set around 7 a.m. I walked down in the dark from my house and saw that bright light shining at the end of the street. Not bright as day; but easier to look at and enough to guide my steps. Oh, how lucky i am to have so much beauty around me.
“Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.” Rumi
September 10, 2022. Later that morning, I ran the Mount Baldhead Challenge. Hard, beautiful race. This is one of the payoffs - the view from the Crow’s Nest trail around Oxbow School of Art. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath and take it in.
September 11, 2022. Coming home through the woods after walking the neighbors’ dog; I caught a glimmer of gold in the corner of my eye. This amazing box turtle was caught on a little fallen branch trying to cross the path. His shell looks painted. I didn’t realize he was caught until it dawned on me that he wasn’t moving away from me as I was getting in close for his picture. Sometimes I am slow; but I did set him free so he could get on his way.
“Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.” - Bruce Feiler
September 12, 2022. This is 126th. At the end of the road there is a small park overlooking Lake Michigan. These beautiful, green trees will all be turning colors in a few weeks. I hope to capture the changes as they happen.
September 13, 2022. Pareidolia is “the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.” (Merriam Webster Dictionary). Like in this picture. I see a giant bird flying under the moon. What do you see?
And here, I see a dolphin playing with the moon.
September 13, 2022. Evening run with my Saugatuck running group friends on the Saugatuck Dunes South Trail. The sun was just beginning to drop in the sky, casting golden light on the dune grass halfway through the run when I reached the lake. So glad I looked this way.
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