Saturday, January 7, 2012

A New Frontier













 Some old puffballs, and a new crop of toadstool.

Bittersweet




Walking into the preserve he was greeted by a series of bird calls. It was a networking to perhaps let everyone know of the intruder. A female Junco flitted up on a nearby branch and sang a greeting. The wind carried it across the prairie, sharing her happiness. The trail he was following split into three different arms and he headed on the one he could see ahead of him well. He watched the smaller cedars, hoping to spot signs of a Saw Whet owl. This tiny owl roosts at eye level and leaves a streak of white where it roosts the most. Many of the cedar were covered with blue berries, seeds for future trees. The winter colors of this area were very unique and added to the charm of the prairie. Bluestem grasses swayed with a beautiful rust color, with smaller grasses accented in golden tones. Each new plant greeted him as if he was visiting old friends, and indeed he was. A tiny sparrow flew up from down in the grasses, alarming him in all the stillness. Approaching a saddle in the hills he began the climb to ascend the ridge. Once at the top, one could walk and view the region from a different perception. One can sometimes walk for miles at this higher altitude.

A deer burst up from its slumber in a dense grove of cedars. It moved so fast it was hard to tell if it was a male or female. He followed around a bend hoping to see it again, but it had a good cover to stay hidden in. Climbing up the last slope to get up on top of the ridge, the land smiled and shared its far off beauty. It surrounded him with a new view of the area around, being able to see for miles. He stood and felt the spirit as it greeted him and took off his jacket having heated up with the climb. He used it as a pillow and stretched out in the grasses and listened to the world around. A song played on the wind, that song of life, and his life was enriched just being part of this opera around him. When he had cooled down he stood and offered his short oratorio to the people in his life and his song was added to the song of life, being carried on a gentle prairie breeze.

21 comments:

  1. I love how your writing complements the winter colors of your photos. They are both beautiful. The bittersweet berries wrinkle in an interesting way don't they?

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  2. an enjoyable walk through your pictures. What is the plant that looks like white berries on it? It's quite interesting.

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  3. What an interesting group of photos. Love the shot of the moon! And skulls, and feathers, and all sort of cool stuff. It looks like fun and a great view, too!

    Yes, the song of life.

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  4. I'll bet it was so serene out there! Love the colors of things for this time of year...
    Happy Sunday Steve!
    hughugs

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  5. Beautiful as always, Steve. I love your bittersweet spindle berries.

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  6. the feathers placed as an offering?

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  7. There sure is a lot of land to look over out there. Don't you get snow there?? We haven't gotten any more except for a few flakes this morning. Rest of the week will be too warm for it. Real weird winter. Great pictures as usual Steve.

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  8. Now then!.....It always amazes me, how you find these things?

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  9. Beautiful photos. Especially love the moon on blue. Thanks for sharing your walk.

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  10. That third from last picture of the SKY and clouds is absolutely Amazing, Steve!!

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  11. I love "seeing" what you write, it's so easy to visualize.

    Lovely pictures!

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  12. A beautiful set of images, Steve. I always like to enlarge your photos to see the detail better. When I did that today, that last image really popped out for me. Very nice.

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  13. Where is the snow? Strange year. I love puff balls. Some people hunt for four leaf clovers. Me? A puff ball. Coolest thing.

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  14. Wonderfull photos, Steve !
    The moon has not been my friend this night.

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  15. Love those Loess hills, Steve!

    And I remember those puff balls -- we used to stomp on them as kids during school recess. :)

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  16. I saw your comment about Bukowski.
    Nice to see some one that appreciates and tries to understand him.
    Great site you have here.

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  17. Love these photos. It makes me want to take camera in hand and go about the woods where my cabin is. Haven't been there for months. Why do I get too busy to do what I love most?

    Especially love the dense cloudy sky.

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  18. The old frontier looks very dry. Probably very warm as well. We broke an all time high here a few days ago by NINE degrees. Unbelievable for January...

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  19. Beautifully written. I could picture, perfectly, the scene that you shared with us. And I really liked the blending of words and feelings in this good piece of writing. One of your best.

    And the photos tell us that there is still a bit of frontier left out there somewhere!

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