Although the rain has subsided this morning, it’s the perfect time of morning where it’s still damp, cloudy and….you guessed it PUDDLES. Puddles in my coffee? Not a problem.
Oh wait, I hear the rain coming back.
It’s just time for me to get out and take some photos. I do have some errands to run today so I better get to it!
I need some rain boots.
These photos pretty much sums up the continuation of last year’s obsessions with birds and puddles. Ugh, you’re stuck with it. Until I can move past and find more inspiration, I suppose I will continue to find something inspiring in these rather sulky January moments. I like regarding nature after a tumultuous storm, or days of rain and then that cloudy quiet when you can go back outside and regard the damp, sullen leaves, puddles, and the stark trees reflected in the pools. And of course my little kid comes out of me and I must dance in the puddles! But yeah, you’ve already heard this, and if you’ve seen one puddle you’ve seen them all, so I just want to share some more with you.
The only cool thing is I finally caught a barred owl in the trees! So I was super happy and went trudging through the mud trying to get a glimpse of him. He was enjoying a delicious meal of mouse.
He’s hard to see, but you can definitely feel the January in these photos. I can’t promise there won’t be any more puddles and birds, so just bear with. Maybe the next photos there will be plenty of sunshine and buds emerging from this sullen, sodden winter.
I would like to say I didn’t choose puddles, the puddles chose me. And their reflections that you see, normally I wouldn’t really notice much walking by, but for some reason in the evening they reflect the trees and the sky in a forlorn way. Almost like they are looking at me, through me. Saying goodbye, but for now. We’ll be back. I don’t know, but the ones this evening really do reflect a gloomy presence.
Goodbye 2024. I hope that 2025 is going to be good for everyone.
Just my usual wanderings around with my camera! There were some very strong storms today that lasted a few hours, and around evening time the skies began to clear and I felt myself stirring. I was in my usual gloom and doom mood, so I got myself out on a walk which usually helps. And I saw a crane! (of course he was moving too fast for me to capture it) and I forgot, this is the crane life! I was supposed to embody the crane this year. Crane Power! Perhaps I did, but was expecting results, like something great to happen. But I guess in small bursts. I think something did change though. But it’s usually the kinds of changes that one cannot describe. Maybe they are reflected in these puddles.
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