A spring walk. Why travel? At least why hop into the car today? I’ve walked this four mile loop, in every season, hundreds of times. Each is the same, each is different. Sometimes I walk with a friend or talk on the phone with my daughter; sometimes I chat with myself as I go along. But, today I took pictures which is the best way to stay immersed in what is happening NOW.
It was winter melting away and spring quivering to take charge. We New Englanders knew it would happen, but on this day, we tell whomever we pass, that yes, indeed, spring is finally here, for sure.
Listen to the pictures. The winter was rough on the trees.
Every time I visit the Museum of Russian Icons I take new pictures. By new I mean that I photograph the same icon again. It’s the same with my trips to Florence; I can’t resist snapping my favorites every time I see them. Then there are the hundreds of sunrises I took during my five years at the cottage by the sea that I need to delete from iPhoto. And what about the fall foliage?
What is it about beauty that is so universally noticeable? Granted, people might disagree about a particular painting, sculpture, or piece of architecture, but not so about nature. We might have a favorite sunrise, but do you know anyone who thinks one is ugly?
Yesterday’s spring color walk. This is when I especially appreciate living in New England where each day can be see as if under a microscope. Embedded in the change of seasons is the daily change of each flower, each leaf.
Back to my old home town to visit my sister. Much has changed, but not spring flowers that live through the seasons and years, offering stability where little can be found.
Spring walk in New England. I waited all day for the rain to stop and finally I just pretended it had. Out I went in the quiet mist. Solitude at its best.
I was planning to title today’s blog, “Looking Down” and ponder the deep significance of all the dust on our floors; I even took a picture of it. But then I came to my senses and realized that anyone longing for silence, solitude and simplicity doesn’t want to read about my after Christmas cleaning. Maybe I’ll write about that on my lettinggoofstuff blog; maybe I wont. Instead I’ll share the “Looking Up” photographs from this morning’s walk.
Here is a slideshow of my walk today. A good friend died on Monday after a very brief illness, so I was very grateful for the sun and the brisk, fall temperature. I walked four miles and tired to empty my mind and be in the solitude.
Botanical Garden of the Museum of Natural History
Yesterday I walked twelve miles, resting for a while at the Botanical Garden of the Museum of Natural History of the University of Florence.
Today so far, I’ve walked seven miles, which included these signs of spring at the Boboli Gardens. I took them especially for a few of my garden-loving friends. You might want to compare the same scenes that I took five weeks ago.
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