Feathers Floating on the Breeze

Curious?  Story to follow!  Lesson learned:  there is always something out there waiting to be discovered and it is beautiful!!  Soon after lunch, I realized that I had NOT been out of the house at all yesterday and if I was not careful, today would turn into the same thing.  The difference was that the sun was brilliant and the day was calling me to come out and play.  Not being one to leave home without my camera, I slung it over my shoulder and walked to the Alcyon Lake.  Sure, there are other directions, but it is fun to go and visit with the ducks and geese and watch the parents and children playing together.  I wanted to see something special to share but WHAT??  OK Martie - be still and see what will come.  All of a sudden I saw a small white feather rustling in the breeze.  As I got down closer to look the details were amazing and I knew I had my project set for the day.  Somehow, when I start taking pictures, my mind goes to a theme and today it was feathers.  I often think in metaphors and today was no different.  I have been feeling very heavy hearted wondering about the changes that are happening and what they will mean.  Today I thought that I needed to float on the breeze like the feathers, and just breathe and see where the winds take me!  Quien sabe??  Some tell me that I need a plan - will I sell my photos?  Will I consult?  Will I????  Drive me crazy with those questions if you will BUT for me I am striving to be at peace with the questions and not need the answers.  They will come.  I would call this rather 'Zenish" and it feels right - now the challenge is to welcome the combination of the head and heart into a belief system that lives these words!!  This alone is an admirable goal!!

The Willow Tree...No More

The Photo Schmozer is about people and their stories. My latest posts have been about "The Willow Tree" in Betty Park in Pitman, NJ. Well, I would have to say in some ways, it is about me and my story. As long as I have lived in this town, I have appreciated the tree and its delicate 'being'. The other day, I discovered that our local beavers had also enjoyed this tree as they had many others on both sides of Alcyon Lake. I went away for just two days, and when I got back and rounded the curve toward home, I just STOPPED!! The Boro of Pitman, in their 'wise' decision making, had chosen to cut the tree down! This morning, before the tree company came back to clear it all away, I went to the Lake to bring closure to the story. The 'good' of this (I always try to find that) is that they had put wire around another small tree so the beavers would not go near that. Small blessings!!