A couple of weeks ago I was looking idly through all the photos I have taken since I started blogging. They're not sorted into any particular category, nor are the bad ones deleted. It's just an accumulation of nearly nine thousand photographs, though I can pretty much date them by my blog posts. I didn't have a digital camera until I started blogging, then it became a necessity. Looking back through the archives one of my all-time favourites is this photo (which I've posted before).
I spend many a winter walk looking upwards through the bare branches, enjoying the different shapes they make against the sky. These walks remind me of this beautiful poem by Mary Oliver, from her collection Thirst.
When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness
I would almost say that they save me, daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light and to shine."
For me, part of the joy of taking photographs is being out in nature, or bringing little bits home with me. It's these photos that make up a big part of that unedited collection (almost matched by the number of photos of Walter) so on a whim I had some Moo cards made. Sometimes that long thin crop doesn't quite work, but indulge me while I share them. One of the reasons I love them is that they're so small, and so easy to slip into your pocket.
They make a perfect little gift tag, or a tiny note slipped into an equally tiny envelope.
I couldn't leave him out, could I? But I did restrain myself to just two images.