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watch I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. ~ William Shakespeare

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Seeing the Great Blue Heron, Unexpectedly

Blue Heron at Stricker's Pond

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https://hereisnewyorkv911.org/096loo6o9k . . . when I am out searching, I never have a set idea of what it is I’m looking for. I simply seek, and occasionally I find  exactly what it is I wasn’t searching for. ~ Jeff T. Alu

https://www.pslra.org/27kqhotoa I’ve never considered myself much of a birdwatcher, and I had little interest in taking photos of birds in the first years I explored with a camera. I always enjoyed watched a shorebird circle the pond, the rhythm of its wing stroke powerful yet graceful. I enjoyed the sandhill cranes, especially when they were quite a novelty. The resurgence of their numbers makes the sandhills a more common occurrence, but still provides a moment of joy, seeing them healthy and often with their chicks by their sides. And I have always loved listening to the sounds of the forest and prairie song birds, their music varied and always a surprise because I seldom can make a strong connection between song and specific bird.

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see While walking through the oak forest, I chanced to look up into the trees in an open space in the woods. The outlined branches of a dead tree against the deep blue sky caught my eye, and I was evaluating the textures and shapes, the lighting. Suddenly my eye caught a movement in the branches. This great blue heron stretched her s – shaped neck, twisted it, and then snuggled back into her roosting position. I was mesmerized.

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Rejoicing with the Wood Lilies

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https://bettierose.co.uk/467dyk8z If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has the power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice for your soul is alive. ~ Elenore Duse

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source Now I’m focusing on the other half of my fortune, experiencing the land I’ve lived in and enjoyed for nearly thirty years, but with which I’d never deeply bonded. This summer I am discovering, through the simple act of a daily walk in the early morning, that the beauty of nature can be found everywhere and anywhere. All I had to do was look around me and appreciate the simple things in nature.

here I am truly fortunate to live only a few minutes walking distance from a pond formed in the last glacial era which ended nearly 12,000 years ago, and was  coincidentally called the Wisconsin Glacier Era. Stricker’s Pond is a kettle pond, a pond formed when a chunk of ice settled in a pocket during the last glacier, and then melted and became a shallow pond when the climate warmed.

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Roses on a Trellis

Old Fashioned Pink Roses on Trellis

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. ~ Rumi

I love planting the seeds of exploration. Looking at maps. Finding places that are unknown to me. Thinking I cannot go there, I do not know that place. Where would I stay? Who would I talk to?

Eventually I accept my fears, accept the anxiety that sometimes takes my breath away. I let myself be pulled by my unrelenting need to see anew, to satisfy my urge to explore, to follow my curiosity, and then to document what I see and experience with my camera and my journal.

I just decided to plan a new explore.

I have an incredibly hectic two weeks ahead of me. My son’s wedding is only ten days away. Soon there will be a houseful of relative. They are coming from the East Coast (my eldest lives within minutes of the Atlantic Ocean) and the West Coast (my sister-in-law and her spouse live within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean) and many geographical points in between — all eager to celebrate this joyous family occasion.

A few days after the wedding, Sherpa and I will head to Chicago for one of my biggest art fairs of the summer – a Thursday through Sunday affair at the Chicago Botanic Gardens.

And then I shall go on a solitary explore to a part of Wisconsin that I have yet to visit in the 33 years that I have been a resident here. More to follow. That’s a promise!

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Hollyhock in Two Perspectives

Hollyhock in Two Perspectives

Hollyhock in Two Perspectives © 2012 Bo Mackison

What a gift of grace to be able to take the chaos from within and from it create some semblance of order. ~ Katherine Paterson

Every weekday I walk around Strickers Pond in the early morning, but I do not bring a camera. On the weekend, I walk the same path, camera in hand. Those two kinds of very different walking experiences give me two perspectives.

I walk with a friend on weekdays and I don’t carry my camera. It would be too tempting to either constantly stop for photo ops, or to not stop and carry the feelings of what “might have been” along on our walk. Plus our plan is to walk at a speed designed to give our bodies a bit of a work-out. I have yet learned how to combine the two terms – brisk walk and taking photographs – successfully.

I balance my photo urges on my weekday walks by bringing my camera along on my weekend walks with Sherpa. He is now an expert at the walking-with-camera-poised for-action routine, he barely notices my frequent, abrupt halts. In fact, he has become so good, he now calls my attention to scenes I miss, in case I want some photographs. (Sherpa does his serious walking at the gym where there are no interruptions of the spouse + camera variety.)

I think the compromise is working well. Five days a week, I see the pond from the perspective of a moving body. On the weekend, I return and see the same pond from the view of a photographer – always on the look out for a soaring egret, a bit of interesting texture or shadow, a new wildflower that has opened for the first time this season.

Last Friday we passed a dozen hollyhock plants in bloom – whites, pinks, creams. My walking partner and I did pause to take in the deep colors, then we continued our walk.

And what was so special about seeing those blossoms? It wasn’t that they were a wonderful subject for a future photo session.

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It was listening to the memories that the flowers evoked. I listened as my friend told me about the hollyhocks her father grew in the gardens of her childhood, how a relative had shown her how to make a dolly from the flower – one blossom as the skirt and another as the doll’s bonnet. I remembered making the the same Hollyhock dollies with my great-grandmother.

It was a lovely experience, reminiscing about vintage gardens and old-fashioned flowers, about grandparents and parents who shared not only their love, but the love of their gardens. I couldn’t have taken that special conversation with my camera, but I will remember it.

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