Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Beauty In The Land














When we watch the timid birds do we dream of flight? Do you see a primitive passion from the ages surviving as its giant dinosaur cousins did? I see the massive Rex when I watch a heron stalking a frog. I like to watch all and think of being at one with them. Every movement is an action to survive and adds to my delight of being with them. I spend hours observing these delights of the prairie, perhaps they do revive my distant imaginations. Flight patterns started with a bath towel secured around my neck with a diaper pin, a real Superman. Later after a visit to an army surplus, my first attempts to float to the ground with a cargo chute off the roof. Swan dives from a rock cliff into a cold lake. Wisdom and spirit gained from a hawk. My passion never stops.




Walking around the campus was fairly bleak. The spring season had offered a glimpse and then shuffled away as quickly as it came. Everything was wet with melt and occasionally it started to rain, and then sleet. She looked for the administration building again, she had just been there and looked around for some help. Seeing a yellow house reminded her of where she had been and she walked toward it. Just a few blocks away was her rooming house she would live in. Walking through the building again she was greeted by the lady who had given her all of her papers. She laughed at the collection of books she now had and asked her how everything was going. It was hard to tell her she was still lost in this new maze, and was going through the building to find her way back home.

She went to dinner that Sunday and met her friend she had met on the train and her family. It was nice to be in a group, but made her a bit uneasy not knowing anyone very well. She told of her reasons coming back to this area and everyone listened, even though they knew little about her tribe living around the area. An uncle offered to take her to a friends mothers home, who could perhaps offer some information she was seeking. She would look forward to this, many of the stories she had heard had been lost with the people who now lived here. She listened to all the stories they had to tell, it was a new land to their early family. There was a constant addition being added to each new tale and she marveled at the strength that this family had making new homes around the area.

Classes began the following week and she had walked the grounds daily to familiarize herself with the rooms. Her fear was to forget where she was to be and not know which class she was to be in. As soon as she made it through her first week it became funny to her how much she worried. One boy in a class always sat near her and had silly questions to ask, such as did her family ever live in a house. Finally she got the jest of all his questions and began thinking of answers to make him more interested. Instead she told him her family all worked and lived in homes just as his did. He sat away from her after that.

One day a note was on her door telling her friend’s uncle would be by the next day to introduce her to the lady he had talked about. Taking her across town they came to a huge home with a magnificent yard. The lady of the house greeted them and had them come inside. She laughed at the stories and questions this young lady had. She had her go outside and showed her a treasured chair a neighbor rested in watching her garden grow. Having her sit in it, she began to tell how this neighbor had brought flowers in from her farm and they had preserved a bit of the wild flowers in the two yards. All that could be seen were dry grasses and seed heads, so it was hard to imagine blooms as she spoke. They walked about and found a few sprouts starting to come up and she told of the spirit that they gave her to see each year. This appealed to the girl and her head swirled with the stories this lady had to share. As they spoke through the afternoon the tales from her family began to come alive and she knew she was close to a number of answers she needed. The wisdom mingled with the spirit of the prairie and new friendship soared on a gentle prairie breeze.
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New thoughts
Become wisdom
And a story
Becomes a legend
Born again
In the fire of our soul.















21 comments:

  1. Steve, I am so enjoying this story continuation and the photos, as always. Hope the weather is improving in your area.

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  2. You manage to keep the primitive, beautiful world alive with your pictures and stories.

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  3. Hi there,
    Just looking at all your beautiful photos, gorgeous as ever. I hope you are not getting too much snow anymore. I guess we are all waiting for spring to arrive. Take care and have a great week.

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  4. Ahhh, Steve, a lovely tale and I can't wait to hear the next installation~
    How often do you walk your land and take your photos? daily? It must be very peaceful and serene. Nice photos!

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  5. From a person who LOVES Winter---your pictures really show that beauty.... Whether it's a snow picture, or a brown leaf, it is gorgeous... YES---I love spring and all of the green grass and spring flowers, but I also love the different beauty of winter. Thanks, Steve.
    Betsy

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  6. Wonderful story and fabulous photos. Thanks. Looks like most of your snow has melted. We're still in the thick of winter and I'm enjoying every moment.

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  7. Oh yes, there is definately beauty in your land. Love the little birdie, Steve. Can I request a prairie chant for tomorrow? I could use the good vibes - the day will be a challenge. Thanks and hugs!

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  8. It looks like your little black snow angel has just come out of hibernation. :) A nice photo montage of everyday beauty. It's everywhere isn't it?

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  9. I don't think I could ever tire of looking at your photos.

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  10. A nice set of wintry photos, Steve. We had some freezing rain yesterday, followed by 3-4 inches of new snow. Fortunately, almost all the old snow had melted away in last week's heat wave.

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  11. I often think of dinosaurs when I see birds, especially the big ones. But the little ones hold those thoughts sometimes too. Now I definitely will next time I see one of these little guys like in your pictures.

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  12. What an epic post!!!!!!!!!


    Warm Aloha from Honolulu,


    Comfort Spiral

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  13. Everything is very beautiful in your prairie.
    Over there, Salt Lake City is in the snow and my americain friends can see every day and everywhere others beauties.

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  14. :)) As usual nice series of photos! Are those thistles? Thistles only grows in the Mountain Province where temp is very cold. But in the lowland where I live, not even one. But I took a photo of that when I went in the highlands and I always keep it.

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  15. This title you chose is so fitting for these photos. I appreciate that you seek out the things that some people wouldn't even notice. Great shots here!

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  16. I was intrigued by the title of this post. Perhaps it is a throwback to an earlier rural expression. A dear couple, close friends of mine built a retirement home on 60 acres along a small river near Mankato Minn. Its hidden from the nearest road. Their driveway has to be a quarter of a mile long. The interesting thing is they never refer to their "house" or the name of the river, or the nearest town. No other words refer to where they live. It's always, "The Land" reverently said. "The Land"..... I like that.

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  17. the third photo brought back a childhood memory
    we used to call those things 'itchy balls' and we'd wait for them to fall off the trees and then throw them a each other :)

    your photography is flawless

    thanks for your visit to my bride post
    I didn't keep in touch with the others on line
    once the morning came all attentions turned to getting a dress

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  18. I swooned over the photo of the dark brown leaf among the dried grasses. The neutrals and the proportions are magnificent. I love how you capture Nature's quiet beauty, before the Grand Lady bursts into colorful splendor. Nicely done!

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  19. beautiful images...I especially loved the seed heads and the torn leaf...life in continuous transition.

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  20. Steve, Is your continuing story all finished & you add a bit each post or do you keep on adding to it each time? This time my favorite photo is the one with the moss frozen under. I was out at Cedar Bluff once & saw different size bubbles flowing just under a thin layer of ice. I so wanted to take a video of it, but had no camera with me. I'll never forget that beautiful image. Thanks for capturing the ones you share with us. It makes this winter more bearable on days I can't get out to explore.

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