The cusps of seasons and days can often hold tension and beauty.  We woke to the sound of thunder as a storm was starting to roll through, yet the eastern horizon held a hint of color.  As the rain started to come down, I could see the droplets hitting the open water.  Further out on the lake was the edge of the black ice that was starting to go out, and on the opposite shore was the white ice and snow that hadn’t thinned yet.  It was a wonderful experience – both visual and auditory.  The loons are back in the area, and  the geese, ducks, and swans were all contributing to the soundtrack.

In my own life there is a change too, as I retired from my corporate job and am transitioning to the adventures I’ve been looking forward to all these years.  I began this blog in January of 2009 with the purpose of sharing the beauty of my world and to give me the incentive to photograph each week.  And what an amazing journey it has been — so many sights, so many surprises, and so much to see!  My plan is to continue this blog however my posts may not be quite as consistent in timing.  I hope you will continue along with me and share in my upcoming adventures.

 

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In a highly unusual fashion, summer came blowing in on southerly winds this past week, seeming to pass over spring and jumping straight to 80 degree temperatures.  When I awoke yesterday morning to 59 degrees I grabbed my camera and headed out the door.  I was hoping to photograph the red-winged blackbirds which have flown back into our area and have been heard with their brilliant singing.  At a nearby lake I wandered down near the shore where there were cattails and reeds.  The area was anything but peaceful.  I could hear the blackbirds (although they were sitting high in the trees) and the distant cardinals and blue jays.  And high overhead the geese and ducks were calling back and forth as they searched for open water.  Many of our lakes have experienced an early ice-out due to the warm temperatures, but on this lake there was open water near the shore, an area of thin ice towards the center, and then another area of water.  A muskrat floated by the shoreline in a lazy enjoyable manner.   The morning was alive with activity and was in such stark contrast to our quiet hushed mornings of winter.  As I composed this photograph I heard the sound of something or someone walking on the dried leaves across the small inlet.  I looked up and found a deer watching me.  She didn’t seem upset by my presence but rather curious.  We watched each other for a while, and then she was joined by another deer.  Perhaps they were also enjoying the morning’s early symphony, the smells of spring, and the promise of the changing seasons.