Posts Tagged 'trees'

Moon over Oregon Ridge Park

Moon over Oregon Ridge Park by rjknits
Moon over Oregon Ridge Park, a photo by rjknits on Flickr.

A quiet moment — the moonrise last weekend over a lovely wild park in Maryland. They were doing maple tapping last weekend, a sure sign that spring is coming.

Autumn trees on an average North American street

Autumn trees on an average American street

We’re hearing the news about a big storm. But for now, we’ve prepped all we can. Now it’s time to sit back and enjoy the beauty of now (and stay snug and dry if the massive storm does hit).

Forests of calm and beauty

Sometimes, it’s helpful to remember where you came from, or your earliest memories where you thought like an independent person. For me, that’s time to go back to the forest and remember camping trips with my family, where I was expected to be able to think through logical challenges (clearing a fire pit, navigating around poison ivy) and enjoy moments of calm, listening to the wind in the trees without lots of talking to clutter up the moment. Stretch that forward to summers at camp, and then a job working at a camp. Forests and mountains can help me re-plug into happiness. But I’ve tried living in the middle of a forest, or in a farmhouse with amazing vistas, and too long without a city gets me blue. So here is a happy medium — a safe, forested area in the middle of a city (no not New York).

This one was quirky, complete with St Patrick’s Day [a day late] runners (who were carrying all the ingredients for a grilled picnic, and talking excitedly about the beer at the end of their route), with their green leggings, shamrock headgear, etc. I nearly decided to run after them, although I wasn’t dressed for it.

If I’m with someone else I’ll be happy to go back. Solitude is all well and good, but it’s better to share part of it with someone else who can also enjoy the quiet and the fun of playing “guess what brown bird that is…”

Summer’s fitful nights

These are the nights when summer makes it difficult to sleep. The sun is out too late, indoors is too stuffy and hot, and the sirens and racing motorcycle noises come in through open windows. But, off in the early night, fireflies are rising up into the dark night. Frogs are heard singing if you live near a pond or gully. And the moon looms across the earth like a flat copper disc, filling the night with its silent presence.

There have been days when I have driven home, seeing the moon in the east, dipping itself in the reflected glory of pink clouds as the sun sets behind me. Gorgeous, breathtaking, hot, and not without the danger of a freak thunderstorm. One of these apparently roared through Philadelphia and hit one of its treasures — Bartram’s Gardens. Looks like they had some weather damage.

I have lived in a house with a yellowwood out front and a gingko and a relative of a Franklinia out back. If you have a Franklinia in your yard, join their census. If not, you have to see one of these blooming to believe it — it’s like candles slowly lighting up on the tree, white creamy blooms with a yellow center. Meanwhile, I am very satisfied to have a young Yellowwood in my front yard, and hope that someday I will get to see its magnificent display.

Trees on a stormy day

Trees on a stormy day

Originally uploaded by rjknits

This whole week has felt like this photo. Gloomy, filled with overcast skies, and then rain. It’s reminded me of when I lived next to a creek and as I would drive home at night during heavy spring rains, frogs jumped on my windshield and then jumped into the dark fields nearby.

My environment isn’t that rustic now, but I have the excitement of avoiding pedestrians who are darting back and forth on the yellow line in the middle of 4-lane highways. In pitch blackness, it’s a challenge.

These days I’m fascinated how light catches the bare trees and outlines the bark so you can see it from a vast distance. Sadly, I’m normally without camera when this happens. Just as I was without a camera when I saw a double rainbow and 3 turkey vultures serenely flying over a parking garage in a suburb of DC on Tuesday night. And then the skies opened up and there was golf sized hail on my windshield (but no frogs or pedestrians, thank heaven)!