They strapped the kayaks together and carried them over to the van. Hoisting them up in a methodical rhythm they placed them on the rack and strapped them on. It was another rite of passage to get out on the water again. The hum of the straps going down the road was different each time, a chant perhaps. They had traveled to numerous parks and conservation areas, trying to explore all aspects of the water’s boundaries. It was a different perspective to claim with their cameras.
He had already spotted a huge heron when they pulled up to the lake to unload. That would be their directive to start with and see how close they could get to observe this large friend. He had caught a large brown trout earlier in the week with a definite puncture on its side where one of these birds had tried to spear him with a sword like beak. The strong trout had slipped away, but did not seem to be healing, so they ate it for supper with a few more of its cousins.
Halfway around the lake they beached and took a plunge to cool off from the hot sun. Dreaming of big fish to catch he lay back and floated on the water. The water whispered to him and shared thoughts of love for this beautiful area. He splashed and flopped a bit and went to shore to drip dry for a bit before resuming their exploration. He floated into a shallow area following the heron. It was less than a foot deep and he passed a huge red-tailed carp resting in the shallows. He could have patted him on the back, but only wished him well and both glided on in life.
The heron bid him adieu and set off after scolding him one more time. It sailed up in a big arc climbing above the treetops following a feeder stream. He paddled backwards to get unstuck from the muck and watched a pair of dragonflies in their flight of life, flying in unison. One was green and the other blue, a match made in heaven on this wonderful oasis in the prairie. They spent some time trying to get close-up pictures of more of these acrobatic masters of flight and captured some excellent shots.
Getting home they raced to the computer to download their digital shots taken for the day. They always enjoyed looking for a picture of the week to share with friends and family. This kept everyone in touch with all his travels and happiness found in the outdoors. A knock at the door had two young friends stopping over to see if he wanted to come out and play. This might have gotten started from showing them books he had bought at a sale. He had told them when they could "read" the whole book to him after listening to it, they could have it. He grabbed a pencil and each drew a connect the numbers picture for him. One of the girls didn’t speak very good English and made him smile when she got through all the numbers with him and then joined her friend with her picture. Tomorrow they would color after he got some new crayons. A few books went home that week, and the happiness was shared with a new audience. That happiness was carried through the treetops and shared with others, on a gentle prairie breeze.
. What we can give to this world Through praise and harmony Will always return to us again In many ways through our heart.