Though I always try to remember to post something for Kat’s Photo Heart Connection, I sometimes miss the beat and then time slips by and…you can guess the rest of my story. It is really a good thing to do, looking back at the images from the previous month and choosing the one that tugs at your heart, that says something to you.
This image is of a cat bird, taken at the same location as the nest of eagles that I wrote about several days ago. Toward the end of our time at the marsh I saw this bird a few yards away just chattering at the top of her lungs. Sometimes the light is right, I’m in the right place, and the lens does what I want.
I love this little bird. She’s being herself, ruffled feathers and all, telling the world what it needs to hear…her own little song.
The recent death of Dr. Maya Angelo has touched me deeply. Oprah Winfrey has aired many of her shows on her network (OWN) that include Dr. Angelo recently, as a way to honor the memory of this wise woman. Her book “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” came to mind as I looked at this image.
How grateful I am that Dr. Angelo sang her song. For in her song I ‘heard’ that all of our stories, all of our songs need to be sung. No matter your age, your gender, your orientation to life in any form, your education, your beliefs…all of us need to share our stories. And then, most importantly, we all need to listen.
Learning to fly, leaving that nest of safety, feeling the wind in your wings, all of that can be pretty scary. So you learn to find a safe place to simply hang on and get your bearings. Then you begin to feel the excitement and exhilaration of finally being able to fly…so you call out to say, “Hey, Mom! Look at me!”
She’s not far away, keeping a watchful eye. And she calls back to you, “Yes! I see you! I knew you could do it!”
find your wings
I’m wrapping up the week by sharing with you my favorite images from Magee Marsh last weekend. A little post processing has enhanced each of these…and here is my red winged black bird image cropped and edited. (previously posted, unedited, here)
This one of the marsh is one I keep coming back to. The clear reflections, the bubbles in the water created by a school of very small fish, blades of green against the dull browns, and the messiness of nature.
Life is that way, isn’t it?
Imperfect. Messy. Challenging. Tangled messes here and there, but amazing points of beauty scattered throughout.
Overall, it’s pretty awesome when you think about it.
While on our photo excursion last Saturday to Magee Marsh we made sure to revisit the same beach we had been to in late March, and this time the weather was much nicer.
Though it was sunny for a while there was some cloud cover, making the horizon appear a much darker blue, in contrast with the “chocolate” water of the lake.
I’m fascinated by the mystery of what lies below that surface, spellbound by the movement, the flow, the scouring effects of those waves, the sheer power held within.