Rhythms of Life

Saturday. Sleeping in. Being rather lazy. Intentionally lazy.

More rain today, but the snow is almost all melted away. Lots of standing water everywhere, and rivers are swollen beyond their banks. In our yard there are one inch tall sprouts of daffodils and tulips, little bits of green in an otherwise brown, gray, and very muddy little world.  

It’s so good to have a day of rest after working all week. Mark wanted to go to a bookstore in Fort Wayne this morning, so away we went. Turned on NPR to listen to Car Talk and Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me as we made the drive on this blustery winter day.

This combination of getting in the car on a Saturday, driving somewhere, and listening to the radio…all this has become part of the rhythm of our life.  What sort of rhythms are present in yours? Do you have special rituals that you look forward to? Things you can do that balance out the busy parts of your life?

This week in Picture Inspiration I have been learning about rhythm in photography. The photo here of the wet road and telephone lines is one of my interpretations of the subject.  The even spacing of the poles, the draping of the wire, the reflection of the poles in the wet pavement, all present a kind of rhythm to me.  

The photo of the bridge taken last fall is, to me, another example of photographic rhythm in the contrast of lights and darks, contrasting colors, and the zig zag of the construction itself. Both images were taken with my ‘point and shoot’ Cannon PowerShot. 

Michael Freeman writes about this in his book “The Photographer’s Eye”. He states, “When there are several similar elements in a scene, their arrangement may, under special conditions, set up a rhythmic visual structure. Repetition is a necessary ingredient, but this alone does not guarantee a sense of rhythm.”  
(This book called out to me at the bookstore and had to come home with me.  Very well written, by the way.)

Drumbeat. Cadence. Cycles. Patterns. Seasons. Rain or no rain. Hot or cold. It all comes together to form the fabric of our lives.

On the way back to Lima, Mark and I discovered that we were both thinking the same thing; that we needed to make sure that one of our favorite places was actually open.  This would certainly prove that the winter season is ending and spring is coming soon, even if we see the flowers beginning to come up.  With the heater running and rain coming down, we sat in line at The Creamery in Delphos, Ohio, so that we could celebrate it’s opening with a treat of ice cream.

Just another way to notice the rhythms of life.
  

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