Crystalline

Baton Rouge's rare freezing temps for the past two nights gifted us with beautiful stories of science and art. These images each hold a moment of awe and curiosity to which I return with appreciation.

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'Cause we are all made of stars - Moby

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Earth force 2017

Both Sparkle and the thinning fog led me outside for a morning walk today. It was one of the times she knew where she wanted to go when heading straight down the street towards what was the field. It's a spot I'm surprised she returns to and at times won't budge until I okay going further in. Nearly nothing remains of Ford Pasture. Certainly no stretches of grass fields are to be seen, trees have been cleared minus about ten scattered throughout, and the old buildings and structures gone. Well, all except the silo pair. For a space that no longer contains her scent markings, it must attract her for other dog reasons.

I had both my cell and DSLR which is rare these days, but I wanted to stay open to seeing shots with both.  It felt good to be walking our walk with gear in hand, on our route, in our old rhythm.  Even though we're stepping into the absence of what we used to enjoy out there, the possibility of appreciating something new helps in redefining the space.


The new paved road stops a distance from the silos, and the mud from last night's rain didn't let us get closer. There was also soil run off on the pavement which had us slipping around a bit but not to the point of falling.  As I looked down more often, I saw more clearly the earth forms of wet soil created on the road. Reaching tree limb and root shapes told stories of the draining waters and soil forces. This is their nature to seek destination depending on the grade of the land and availability of open earth and grasses. The more concrete and pavement coverage, the less places water has to go. I like that some of that journey is told in these natural designs.

As we exited into Sweetbriar Road, we pass the old tree at the corner which still has a few arched branches. One of its large branches was lost during construction and clearing, and what remains reminds me of its original form. It stands over the section of the entry road work which holds sitting water, debris and leaves. When the wind blew shaking the limbs, water drops fell into the reflecting pool of textures.

Feeling pretty good and complete about the session, there was still one more thing to see. A small green vertical sprout growing at the end of a broken branch caught my eye. Either the branch is playing host to a plant which found its way via a seed or bird droppings, or it the tree is reminding us that it still has life and determination. Either way, I love the lesson in it about keeping your eyes and mind open in order to see both strength and fragility around you.


Thank you, Aina, field spirit, for the gifts shared and an extra little boost to begin 2017.

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