The past week has been very draining on many levels. I know others have felt it, as well. The surge of emotional and psychological upset has taken its toll on my physical well-being. I spent the morning in bed, and part of the afternoon, and then, since the rain was holding off, I asked Ric to drive me to the falls.
“Leave me here for a bit.”
As soon as I pull out my camera, slip the strap over my neck and loosen the lens cap, I feel myself slip into a different zone – attention aimed at the beauty around me.
This day, I am greeted by movement in the long grasses that line the river just below where Ric has dropped me. A pair of mallards are happily foraging, the white of the male’s feathers in stark contrast to the green of the grasses. His mate is visible only in pieces – a glimpse of an eye, the spots of her earthen colouring. I park the walker on the bridge that spans this part of the river and concentrate my lens on the couple. They are totally absorbed in their task, oblivious to the traffic rolling above, or to a dog’s bark, or even the cries of the gulls in the distance.
I take a deep breath, lean over the rail, and feel my stress melting away.
At the falls, the usual collection of waterfowl has gathered. Different from my last visit, the foliage has begun to take on autumn’s hues. A heron stands mid falls – tall and erect – and just as I’m about to shoot him a horde of young girls come running and giggling along the path stopping abruptly in front of me. The heron takes flight.
“Oh, sorry,” one of the girls offers, gesturing for her friends to move out of the way.
“No worries,” I say. I can always come back.
A gang of boys arrive and soon I can no longer see the falls for gangly bodies, so I turn and make my way up a ramp towards the street. From here I am able to get a panoramic shot. This is the beauty of our new hometown. I feel very blessed.
The crowds seem to diminish as I head back down the ramp towards the car where I spy Ric waiting. I stop and turn my lens back towards the water. Canada geese mingle with gulls, and a lone mallard. I snap one last shot.OurO
There is perfection in nature. And harmony. And a rhythm that is reassuring. Even when it storms.
Raindrops hit the ground as I slide my walker into the back of our vehicle.
Our timing has been impeccable. I feel better.
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