In nature, I found my love affair with life. My spirituality is there. With the seasonal theme of the trees and the rushing of water in the background.
I was never good with loving men; I failed each time. But now I know that my heart was never in a relationship with a person. It is walking around with a camera in a quiet place, twigs and leaves crackling beneath my feet.
Yesterday it was a rainy misty day. I grabbed my camera and headed out to Woodward Park. I knew there wouldn’t be much in the way of plant growth. But that is not the only reason I take photos there.
I photograph the bare tree branches and the empty swings. You see, they all evoke a feeling, a story I want to tell with what I capture in that moment.
As I put my car in reverse to back out in front of my apartment, I noticed Ivy staring at me from the top of the living room window. The film on the window is only on the lower half, and I happened to have the shades pulled high yesterday.
There was Ivy, stretched out on her back legs. Her face was staring at me, both front paws on either side of her head. I had to laugh. It was like she was saying: “Mama, don’t leave me.” I wish now I’d taken a photo of that precious moment in time.
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. – Linda Hogan
So today I’m primarily showing you photos of Woodward Park. Later I’ll post photos of Swan Lake which is close by. Oh, and don’t forget the image in your head of Ivy beseeching me not to leave her.
I loved the solitude. Not many people go to parks when it’s rainy and wet. So that’s the time for me to go. I like to walk and think and reflect and take photos.
It is in places like this that I feel most at peace.
As I walked in the empty park, there were no discordant sounds of people and cell phones and traffic. The city was just outside the gate, but the sounds of it were imperceptible.
Instead I enjoyed the sound of surging water rushing over rocks and boulders.
“Photography is the art of frozen time… the ability to store emotion and feelings within a frame.” – Unknown
The rocks are discolored and shaped by the water rushing over it year after year. Lichen was growing over some of them like a road map.
The trees are bare against the sky and the birds are quiet. We never really notice the shapes of tree branches until they’re bare, I suppose. But the shapes are interesting. They tell their own story.
There is no one roaming around but me, shielding my camera from the misting rain and looking for shapes and angles that call out to me.
The koi swim up to me, flopping over one another in their eagerness, rippling the water in their haste.
Their ripples create foam, and I find that interesting too. Plus the texture of the rocks that are always wet and shiny in the pond.
“Photography is a love affair with life.” – Burk Uzzle
I am looking for rain drops hovering on plants, and the way plants are shaping themselves toward spring.
For shadows and the way one object of nature plays with another.
Photography is the story I fail to put into words.” – Destin Sparks
Finally I leave the solitude and drive back home. I’m a bit hesitant to leave all that peacefulness behind to drive in traffic.
But it was a wonderful couple of hours. My favorite kind of afternoon. When I can push thoughts of everything else aside and lose myself in the tranquility of nature.
“Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, kill nothing but time.” – Unknown