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Monday, October 19, 2009

Harry the Heron

Think glorious autumn day -- crisp, cold -- but not that biting cold. Just the bracing morning chill that keeps us walking briskly, hands in gloves, scarves wrapped around the neck, leaves rustling at our feet.

Add a bright blue sky speckled with puffy white clouds. The first sun, I might add in days. And color. Glorious color.

I decided to take a walk around the ditch (thank you, Rick), camera in hand, for what could be the last of the color. Certainly the walk down brought some splash!

But the ditch itself was looking more muted. There may still be leaves on the trees, but clearly, we are moving toward the end of fall, even though autumn continues until the solstice.

I reveled in the tons of brown and gold.

No flaming red -- just deep burgundy.

A jogger, a few dogwalkers, the occasional duck surrounded me as I walked around the giant pond.

Can you see the heron in this photo? (Harry, I call him)

What about this one?

Or this?Yes, now you have him!

This heron reminded me of a very rich post I read by Anno on Saturday. "It's all junk," she said, and then richly created four scenes she had observed the following week in such detail that one could feel the story beginning. She'd had no time for writing, yet I contend she was "writing" all along.

Why does this heron remind me of Anno's post? It's simple. You really had to look to find him.

I'd been walking about and I thought I was really looking at things -- framing them, mentally editing as I looked for the right view.

Yet he blended in with the environment so completely, I missed him. He certainly wasn't obvious. In fact, it was only at certain angles that I could see he hadn't disappeared.

He stood, straight, tall and very still, surveying his pond. His neck would extend, slowly, deliberately. I wasn't sure what he was looking for -- but he knew. When he saw it, his head dipped quickly into the water. I was too far away to see what came out, but I suspect it was the first course.

I would contend that the first skill of any writer, artist, doctor, teacher, cook, parent, scientist isn't a technical one. No grand vocabulary, mix of media or surgeon's knife can bring about an ideal end if the artist doesn't first observe.

It's in "seeing" (or "listening," if you like) that we note the little things that may seem irrelevant, yet carry an importance all their own. Try people watching (read Anno's post) -- there are stories there. The child or partner who says, "OK," when asked "how was today," may not mean "OK" at all.

I'm not saying we have to read between the lines on anything that is said. But sometimes there are important messages in what isn't said. Messages that require further investigation.

It's very easy to fall into the patterns of our lives. We go to someone's house and we don't notice things have changed. A new outfit, a haircut, a new chair. The mess finally cleaned off the table. Maybe we notice and don't say.

I nearly missed Harry the Heron. That would have been oh, so sad.

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10 comments:

ols1 said...

What magnificent colour you captured - gorgeous images and words as usual. I feel like I am reliving Autumn through your blog - although it was hot today - first day without tights in months.

beth said...

I feel like the coloring is also muted and it's ticking me off a little....

don't you love the herons ?

and those milk weed pods that have opened up...are they just the softest things ever ???

~*~Magpie's Nest said...

Beautiful and thought provoking as always Jeanie! Love how you've captured nature for us to enjoy!
Herons are so wonderful and your Harry is special indeed!
I Love touching the milkweed seeds they feel like silk!
I'm headed out for a walk, I've learned to always take the camera, we returned sunshine and blue skies after 5 drippy days (that we still enjoyed immensely) oxo

donna said...

Thanks for another walk around Rick's ditch....pretty, pretty. Luv the colored leaves at the curb. The milkweed pods bursting open, the sumac and the heron...all wonderful sights.

BONNIE K said...

Beautiful pix, as always. And you are right - we don't notice life as we should. We need to stop hurrying and thinking about everything we have to do and just slow down and enjoy what's around us.

anno said...

This is a beautiful walk (thank you, Rick!) -- and thanks for taking us along with you! I always love the noticing you do, and I sure appreciate the practiced way you pause from the press of schedules, deadlines, and all the things you have to do, to record the beautiful things you've seen. Thanks so much!

qugrainne.com said...

Well done, Jeanie. Very thoughtful.... certainly made me stop a moment to ponder, and to think about looking with eyes open instead of assuming I will see the same old thing.

qugrainne.com said...

Well done, Jeanie. Very thoughtful.... certainly made me stop a moment to ponder, and to think about looking with eyes open instead of assuming I will see the same old thing.

Beth said...

I was so busy last week that I didn't do much blogging. So I missed these wonderful posts. I Love them! The colors are beautiful and I Love Harry the Heron.!
xoxoxoox

jet1960 said...

Beautiful words and pics, as usual. Great food for thought. Fall color was late coming here, due to a good bit of rain coming later in the summer, I guess, but at least we had some to enjoy. Some years there is almost none if we don't get enough rain. I love autumn.

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