meandering at mcintosh
today dawned gray and overcast.
it looked like it might be one of the 65 days per year that we don’t see sunshine in our part of the world.
i took the lack of a gorgeous sunrise to be an invitation to sleep in, almost to the point of feeling guilty.
finally i rose, had my coffee while preparing sourdough pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup, and we sat down to a leisurely breakfast.
this was followed by some (mindful) reading, writing, and light housework. (i made the bed.)
then i readied myself for our planned-for walk around mcintosh lake,
only to discover at departure time that the wind had picked up and was battering the house so badly it groaned.
the trees around our house were waving crazily to the accompaniment of wild wind chimes,
and we frowned and decided to postpone our walk for another hour.
and then, about 40 minutes later…
the wind had stopped.
it was quiet.
the sun was out, it was gorgeous, and there was NO WIND.
we let the dogs jump in the car and off we went.
what follows is a chronological documentation of our counter-clockwise walk around the lake.
* this was a photographic challenge– one camera, one lens *
due to a recent spell of warm weather, ice was limited to the shallow east end of the lake.
this was the only part of the water with geese, who love to hang out together on the ice.
the rest of the water was inhabited only by seagulls, whose screeches were quite the contrast
to the loud honking of geese.
this bull had wandered away from the herd and gone down to the creek bed.
you can see how deeply he had sunk into the soggy muck below.
this was the temptation that provoked such a risky move:
green grass in winter.
long’s peak was being buffeted by winds
and looked like it had bed-head.
we do have another dog along, a long-haired dachshund at the end of the other leash
by brandt’s leg. he’s short… hard to get in the shadow picture.
anne helped me pick him out for brandt’s christmas present back in 2000 when brodie needed a little brother.
this little tyke was feeding the geese with his mom.
we talked, we dreamed, we planned.
but mostly, we filled our wells with fresh air, exercise, natural beauty, and inspiration.
it was glorious.
thanks for coming along.
and do tell me– what fills your well??