When you get tangled up in lake shore chores maybe you are wishin you were fishin…and luvin life on the lake…usny.
Pretty in pink is the flush of miniature shrub roses in my heart bed…
Quite a delight to the eye as well as the nose…
The light was just right late afternoon…
to take time and stop and smell the roses along the shore…luvin life on the lake…usny.
Whenever it rains at the lake on a Monday, it at least makes it a little easier to leave, for those of us that do, even if only for the day. Although the sky was gray and small droplets flicked across the front of the lens, I had to stop, as I was struck, not for the first time, but once again, by the view across the docks and the burst of natural color the water front randomly decides to place for me to enjoy.
Iris pseudacorus, yellow iris, partial to waterfront conditions not only stands as a flag of beauty (another common name, yellow flag), but also has the ability to absorb heavy metals into its rhizomes, caring for its waterfront slice of paradise. Considered invasive in some circles, I can’t help but think, as we each have our place on the shore, generally at a random twist of fate, that there is beauty in each selection that was made. Enjoy your view and a piece of mine on a rainy day…yellow iris on the lake …usny.
The sounds of the water, the music that makes the waterfront unique…lately it has been the low and throaty “waaass up,where are you baby?” of my friend here. A song that is distinct in its tone and melody, as the male seeks to attract his mate.
Mostly one note, over and over, but sometimes 2, the second being a long soulful longing for his lover, he sends out the call that he is available. I have only heard him, up until today…when he decided to show him self off only for a moment, as he floated in the weeds checking out the water front activity.
I can only imagine what he was thinking when confronted with the camera…but he seemed happy to pose, realizing that most times he is only heard …and not seen. Although he has been serenading me to sleep nightly, he could tell I was not his type, so remained silent as he was captured in the majic of the moment …
of looking for luv on the lake …usny.
When a Viking appeared in the clouds at sunset, it occurred to me, maybe he was looking down, reminiscent for the waterfront experience…the motivation for setting sail, one of exploration. Motivation, similar to perhaps our own when heading out on to the water.
As legend has it, they made their way to North America sometime circa 700-1100 AD, navigating by the sun and the stars. When clouds obscured the view a device, a Sun Stone (cool), was used.
For the “polarization of the skylight”, a crystal, was held to the sky as a window to the way on the water.
The lens, the “skylight” of the day captures, the Viking in the clouds…part of the ever-changing view…and spark for imagination…luvin life on the lake…usny.