What would winter be without crows? It wouldn't have the same mood, or sense of deep mystery, I imagine.
I spent hours this summer just sitting and watching the ducks and geese as they dipped and bobbed in the plant rich water. It was like watching the crowd at a wedding banquet, where all are celebrating and talking back and forth. Then, as a guest leaning back in a chair, full and satisfied, they would float by, relaxed and happy in the summer sun.
I was reading facebook posts this morning and just burst into tears. First thing I was confronted with were posts of a man threatening a muslim woman with a noose in Edmonton, a First Nations woman breaking down in tears while presenting a gift to the Prime Minister, because she fears for our water, and another of a woman from the Dakota Pipeline protests who was struck in the face with a tear gas canister for protecting our water.
I was thinking, "What a broken world", when I saw a post of a woman who is a professional cuddler. I thought, "Wow, finally a feel good post", until I realized she charged $80 and hour for people who are so desperate for human contact that they will pay for a hug. Back to "What a broken world".
Still, somewhere in this darkness, I know the light shines through.
The colours of late autumn, the heavy clouds that hang over the valley creates an atmosphere that to me is magical yet familiar. Like a whisper that calls through the ages, too soft to detect the words, yet knowing, feeling the meaning behind them.
I left this place to find a new life. I returned a different person, yet this enchanted valley had remained the same.
Though I have been back for several years now, the renewed wonder I felt upon my return hasn't left me. It is my primary place for creative inspiration and grounding. A source of strength and comfort that was always there, quietly holding me up, had I only known it. And a place of mystery and magic that reminds me of secrets shared and of wonders that continue to unfold.
Sometimes life is like a dripping tap. It takes forever to fill the sink, but with patience, eventually it will be full.
I have spent a lot of time learning new skills in the field of graphic arts, and it's starting to pay off. So this practice photo using a fast shutter speed seems appropriate. The sink is starting to fill.