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Last summer, a large bee and I had an altercation in the kitchen.  In short, it could not manage to exit out the window through which it had entered and so it now rests in a jar, frozen in time, quite beautiful, I think, if a little macabre.  Off and on, I have tried photographing the creature but nothing clicked until yesterday when the sun shone “just right.” Flowers both real and artificial reflected on the surface of the jar.  The bee’s wings glowed with iridescent light.  Factoring in curvature and irregular thickness of the glass … well, it was a sight that made me grab my camera.

The biologist in me is kind of curious what will happen over time, but likely what will is happen is that later this spring I will bury the bee in a pot full of flowers or maybe under that big oak tree.  We’ll see …

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the sun was shining and so there was a wonderful reflection of the tulips in a nearby framed print of blueberries in a field.  A wonderful layering took place.

 

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Trees reflected in the waters during that recent trip to Ireland.  That’s one good thing about being a bit snowbound.  Gives you lots of time to sit and sort through photos.

Of course that could be me trying to find the bright side as we brace for the next set of winter storms.

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You can read more about the Brooks Estate via this link: http://www.brooksestate.org/

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You can learn more about the Middlesex Fells Reservations here.

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I still have rocks to photograph, an acorn cap, and even the wings of a wasp.  I am grateful for the “nature offerings” that people give to me with the simple charge of “try photographing this.”  Today’s offering that called to me was a branch with many curled leaves. It is an evolving photo shoot that began with the branch on a black plate.  And then, as usual, I wondered what would happen if I filled the plate with water.  And then, as usual, wonderful things happened, I think.

 

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As I took these photos, with my camera focused at the surface of a shallow pool, a little girl watched me.  I heard her mother’s encouraging words, “Go ask her what she’s doing.  Go ahead.”  She took a few steps toward me before deciding that the bird flying by was far more fascinating.  Her mom studied the water’s surface for a few moments though, and then with an acknowledging smile, she trailed off after her little one.

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One day I found myself walking along, looking at the world around me.  I passed a stand of birch and I found myself thinking, if I only knew how to paint, I’d paint these trees.  I kept moving along, but the sight of the trees remained in my mind and I found myself thinking, if only I could write music then maybe I could write a song about the trees.  But I know I don’t write music and so I started thinking, if only I could sing then maybe I could find someone else to write the music, but that would only work if I wasn’t shy. Now, I don’t really think I can sing but sometimes when I’m sure I’m alone, some kind of sound passes between my lips.  And so that day, with all those if’s put out into the world, I decided to go ahead and try that singing thing.  The following soft words emerged in some kind of rhythm.

If I knew how to paint

I’d paint these trees

How the wind does make them sway

Their leaves sunlit

Their branches bent

While high above soars a bird

Nothing Earth-shattering but it did make me feel good to sing and then hum the song for a bit.  Only later did I realize that the tune (if that’s the right word) that I used for my trees was for that of Amazing Grace, a point made clear when I viewed one of today’s Cowbird Daily stories.  The video short is an excerpt from the journey of another walker, Andrew Forsthoefel.  I hope you have a chance to view and listen to the video for yourself.  And by the way, that picture above … there must have been a day when I forgot that I couldn’t paint. 😉

Amazing Grace

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Here I am in 1996 standing by a creek in Missoula, Montana.  At the time I worked with a Boston-based nonprofit conducting sustainability-themed workshops for universities.  For a number of years, I was able to travel around the country interacting with people of all ages and cultures.  I was able to view landscapes like this that I’d read about but wasn’t sure I’d ever see in person.  Few photographs did I take but I loved to tell stories of the places I’d visited with family and friends, in letters and by phone.  In 2014, I hope to do more writing and storytelling about people and places and be more strategic with my photography.  Meanwhile, as the year wraps up, here is a link to one of the most moving sets of images on the web —  The New York Times 2013 Year in Pictures — and a page of wonderfully orchestrated New York Times Op-Docs.

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