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The Sun quickly burned through heavy morning mist to deliver another unexpectedly fine and warm day.
Warm but not yet hot.
Perfect!
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Nature is kindly offering images for me to post which is fortunate since my mind is currently rather numbed by the barrage of outrageous news filtering onto my computer screen.
Periodically I tear myself away, yet I feel the need to stay informed and once I venture a glance, I get sucked back in by the sheer awfulness of it.
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Today I’ve resolved to steer clear, but needing an impetus to get me going, I’m considering yesterday’s WP prompt:
“Are you a leader or a follower?”
It’s not very interesting, but you have to start somewhere.
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It seems to me not an either/or question. Does one have to be one or the other? Because I am most certainly not a leader, but neither am I a follower.
Some people might inspire me, but I don’t believe in giving yourself over totally to someone else’s lead.
Great leaders are still human and all humans are fallible.
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“I jus’ follows my nose to my front door.”
“Dem carrot smell good.”
“And da green stuff too.”
(Broccoli stalks)
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The scene across the valley is nice but hardly extraordinary, yet I am always stunned by the vibrance of colours in the right light.
Now there is something I will follow….
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The fading light of evening.
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The watery light of an indecisive morning.
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Shifting light of a cloudy afternoon.
My photographer father cursed clouds and we spent hours waiting for the sun to come out.
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I, on the other hand…love clouds!
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After lunch yesterday, we went again to check on the ospreys.
This time I got a photo, though only of the one bird.
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Of clouds, there was no shortage.
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Facing North, happy little clouds danced about.
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But to the South, a storm was building.
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Sometimes, though, it’s all bluster.
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The horses weren’t a bit bothered by it.
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As we came to the end of the road, we passed a dog running loose. Maybe it belonged to a house nearby?
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Unsure, Grant pulled over by the pond.
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Then we drove back just to make sure the dog wasn’t lost.
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We saw it run back into a yard where it clearly lived.
But if we hadn’t checked, we’d have worried!
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It gave me a chance to see the clouds from every angle.
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And those beautiful horses again.
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The storm front seemed to mean business.
Looking at it this way, it seemed quite Armageddon.
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Who would win?
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Turning onto our road, the light was beckoning again.
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It is so enticing.
That hint of light beyond the dark.
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That flickers and changes with every moment.
Glad to hear you checked on the dog, I would have too. Nice to see an Osprey where you expect one to be, that’s encouraging.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thank you, Carolyn, for being so kind and checking on the dog, feeding Mr Carrot, and having a wonderful discourse on the complexity of light, not to mention the clouds, which I love too.
Joanna
What a wonderful collection of cloud formations!
In terms of the drip drip drip of bad news – I find it essential to create distance from it. I refuse to be made a participant in the drama. I can know it but it will not consume me.
The poet Magi Gibson had some good advice:
“sometimes you have to turn the newsfeed off, block out the worry-rats & toxic-slugs that night & day gnaw holes of negativity in the soft flesh of your brain? How do I help her understand survival of the soul means closing out — at least for a while — the constant howl of others’ pain”