The “fringe” areas of the wild, where forest meets water, where sun meets horizon, are the most dynamic, teeming with diverse life and activity. In the solid middle of the night, or noon-day, it is quieter. The excitement of these transitional spaces is palpable. I rise at dawn to greet the sun with the birds and the frogs and the porcupine, rummaging in the leaves. I am thrilled by the feeling of life and change and movement. My eyes and ears and heart are open to what is happening. NOW is a transition, a flowing joy.
That’s beautiful Scilla 🙂 Both the photo and the description of the ‘transition’ 🙂
Wonderful environment, so calm:)
It was serene, but there was also the sounds of waking frogs and calling birds all around.
Beautiful post–words and images.
Thank you, Catherine. I appreciate your visit!
Beautiful! Both words and image!
I love the atmosphere in this–a scene we see frequently traveling down I-395. So lends itself to metaphor.
You must be early risers and eager travelers! Now that I think of California, I think of the tule fog that lingers in the valley quite late into the day.
Most definitely early risers. I like to be on the road before the crazies and big rigs. We spend the night in Lone Pine and run into this going either north or south. I relish seeing the sunrise or sunset around Whitney and other parts of the Eastern Sierra…I had a friend who used to call it “God in the movies!”
What a great expression! That part of the country certainly has that grandeur.
Scilla. You are a poet too. What a woman! The image and the words are perfectly married. Beauty.
Thank you, Meg! That means a lot from a wordsmith storyteller.
Lovely … and another fabulous header. What and where?
By the way, this reads like a prose poem. Bravo!
The header is of The Basilica of the National Shrine of Mary, Help of Christians at Holy Hill. It sits atop a glacial kame on the Ice Age Trail. Quite picturesque!