I am looking forward to the winter days that will let me get out on the trail. Those clear, crisp days, those days that are filled with snowstorm clouds rolling in, those days when the the trees are laden with snow. To breathe in that winter air as I walk and feel the frozen earth under my feet. Tomorrow I have a vacation day which I hope I can spend out of doors enjoying the chance to be out.
Street scene in Cambridge MA on one of my many morning walks from the subway station to the rehab hospital. It was a very weird fall, lots of walking and hoping. This fall has a different tempo, neglected chores from last year and walks in the woods. It is a better season now.
I got out today for a decent walk around my end of Lowell. It was slushy, and difficult in spots to navigate, but I was out. Even if I didn’t take my camera out for a single shot I was out. The sun was bright, the air crisp, the wind not too sharp, the new snow less than 3 inches, and all in all it was invigorating. So invigorating in fact that when I returned to the studio I undertook a big cleanup and out. No easy feat as it involved finding places to store items, deciding what to toss and cleaning up after a studio mouse’s visit. I now have items to go to trash, items to take home, and 2 table tops to sort out.The space feels fresh and more open. I also eliminated all but 1 row of photos on the wall to make for a more focused experience for visitors. I am hoping the “less is more” concept will be a good one. It was a good day to tackle this. Because the snowbanks are still a hindrance to getting clear image positions I have been prowling around the mill to see what catches my eye. There are always great shadows in the stairwells, and the occasional chair helps add to the image. The past 6 weeks has been about making do with what you’ve got. It has forced me to make use of my time in more creative ways than I would have in a hikable winter. I still feel the sting of not getting out, but spring will come and once the trails and sidewalks clear I can get out there knowing I have taken care of other tasks that needed attention.
It was supposed to snow last night, that first 1″ that highlights the branches and grasses
and is gone by noon is what I was hoping for.
But it rained instead.
I went out anyhow in the early light to see what the woods had to offer.
It was quiet except for the sound of water drops hitting the last of the foliage, no birds seemed to be in a singing mood,
no squirrels scampered about.
I found a couple patches of grainy snow here and there, but well less than 1/4 of an inch,
but every branch had a string of water drops on it making a prism of the woods when the sun hit it.
I made my way around the end of the pond and down the trail, looking and looking at the November scenery.
The last of the leaves are clinging here and there, but the structure of the woods is exposed. It is a great time to be out on the trail as there are new views to see and the crunch of leaves underfoot to be a companion as I go.
Even as I walked the temperature started to drop and the wind picked up foretelling a change in the weather.
Sharp days are ahead.
I have walked this path before, but because I was usually looking at the water on the other side I didn’t notice the heart. But there it was, and had been for some time, tucked just to the side of the path. It could only be seen on the return journey as the path comes to an end just a bit further on, and only if eyes were turned away from the view.
It felt like a gift, this unexpected heart, just waiting to be noticed. Isn’t that just how it always seems to be.