Archive for the ‘mountain living’ Category
(music goes with the “soundtrack” in my pea-head for my next novel “The Lightning Charmer” )
(All photos taken by Kat Magendie)
Friday Photos: No Words – the last of the Sony Cybershot Photos left in camera after I bought my Nikon 5100: so long Sony Cybershot; you served me well . . . .
(still in Oregon – Poor GMR and the dawgs miss me – maybe – haw! -note new blog schedule to the right)
|Me, Kayla, Jake (Kayla is no longer with us)|
|Jake & Maggie Girl our rescue dog|
I have this snapshot shouting loud. It comes uncalled and unbidden, but it comes. It is winter, and the snow is falling, blanketing an already white-washed world. The backdrop is sepia-toned, shades of black and white with that tinge of old-timey photograph brown. I am dressed warm, and by my side are GMR and my two dogs, Jake and Kayla. We’re on the Muse Trail, Level Two. I have my camera and I’ve set it to video and as I turn 360 degrees, I say, “Isn’t this lovely? Isn’t this the best life ever? Don’t you wish you were me?” My dogs, off their leashes, run in the snow, their paws kicking up sprays of snow and arcs of ice that hover for just a moment before falling back down to earth; some catch prisms—I know; I saw. The branches are laden with snow and some hang heavy, ready to smack a head and sent showers of cold upon them—I know; I was showered. We walk in the most perfect silence ever: you know the silence? The one that muffles footsteps, but makes bird calls ring so clear through the air that you hear it in perfect pitch. I have that snapshot because there have been changes come since that Perfect Day.
Changes that make the memory one I am grateful for, even as I wish for all of it back, Human that I am. Yet, would the memory stand in such sharp gorgeous relief if the changes had not altered it beyond repair? No. I’d have taken it for granted, knowing I could have that feeling over and over again. That Perfect Day has become one I feel the most profound sense of gratitude for—I know; I was there before the changes. And I also know I am making those snapshots every moment of every day and only time will tell which ones will stand out sharp against the others.
What kind of memory comes unbidden and sudden to you as you read this, or perhaps at another time?
|can’t see ghost dog, but ghost dog is there, can’t see the Muse Trail Level One destroyed, but it’s beyond this photo|