Beautiful Secrets

There in the woods they wait. Trees slowly growing taller spreading their massive branches towards each other, moss growing thicker, ferns and streams making their home. Life and vibrance all around. Waiting to become their very best in just the right amount of time. Damp and sometimes dark…but not lifeless, never lifeless. There is such a beauty that it breaths life into those that might take time to notice. A little white mushroom along the side of a tree in the rain with dim light glowing through its gills. Beautiful secrets.

The Delicate

There is this amazing thing that happens in a specific longitude and latitude at a certain temperature with particular kinds of decomposing tree branches. It’s common name is Hair Ice. This incredible creation grows from the damp forests of Oregon on the icy mornings before the sun creeps out for the short days. It grows out of a fungus on Big Leaf Maple branches that lay about the conifer forests. It is beautiful. I love finding it, like treasures kept by the trees just for me. On days that are cold and bleak, I have this to look forward too! What gifts.

Christmas

Merry Christmas! The day that is so prepared for, anticipated and celebrated. Tucking gifts away to surprise our loved ones, sacrificing money, time and patience. A time to make things about others more than ourselves if we choose. And a time to remember why we celebrate this day. Honoring the gift that was given thousands of years ago. The incredible selfless act to bring us to our Lord personally. I pray peace and joy is yours this day. Being thankful for every small and big moment. Our days go quickly and being thankful makes them so much more worth while.

~That’s No Partridge~

Flying a flocks back and forth from our suet feed to the neighbors feeder. Moving fast, yet oddly uncaring of where I am in the mix. Tiny little gray birds are flitting about. I am pressing the action button on my camera as often as it will let me taking six shots in seconds. They aren’t Kinglets or Pacific Wrens but close to that size. Smaller than an Oregon Junco but much quicker. I get back to the computer to look these little guys up. I find out what we have here is a Bushtit, one of those names that make me giggle every time I come across it. This little guy was passing from one feeder to another and stopped at our neighbors pear tree. So the title of the photo is “A Bushtit in a Pear Tree.” Merry Christmas everyone!

The Common, Not So Common

As the birds flock to our little apple tree snacking all day I notice the regular ones returning over and over. We have a large group of Steller’s Jays loudly coming and going. They are pretty common right now. They tend to stick to forested areas but during winter they come out. They are a beautiful creature I love. The common, in not so common beauty.

Friendship

Two doves in the rain for hours. We drove by one way and played in puddles then came back a few hours later and they were still there. Standing against the deluge together and it hadn’t stopped raining once. I was so touched by this scene and blessed to have captured it to share. Sometimes all we need is someone to stand in the storm with us.

A Single Drop of Water

Pooling at the tip of a bracken fern a drop of water held tight. It held on just long enough to freeze in place. Suspended in air until the sunlight came through the trees and brush. It held on for a bit longer, waiting. Suddenly the sun came through and shone its warm light. The droplet basked in the glory of the morning. As it stayed in place, still and fragile something incredible happened. The sun became a reflection through this little drop of water. Reflecting its majesty and becoming a miniature sun itself in the process. Oh, that I could be a single drop of water reflecting the beauty, majesty, warmth and life of the Son.

Little Red Wagon

Riding the bumpiest, loudest, most multi purpose thing on wheels. Something a person has imprinted on their memory for the rest of their life once experienced. Some of the best times were had being pulled in an old wagon. Loaded with treasures and climbing on top of those treasures, then away onto the biggest adventure ever! This is childhood.

A Raindrops Journey

Falling, falling, falling. Raindrops soaring from clouds above. Blown this way and that by the gusts of wind in the air. Gravity pulling them towards the earth below. One droplet here, one droplet there. Hitting the treetops and collecting on fir needles and branches until too heavy to balance. The droplets let go once again falling, falling…gathering size and strength as they knock against trees, leaves and branches. Water pooling in random recesses and then finally rolling off onto the ground below, splattering into tiny mirrors everywhere. Spreading across every accessible surface and waiting. Waiting to be seen reflecting the sky that brought it a beginning, waiting to fill the green earth with life. A raindrops journey.
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