Life is so weird.
After writing yesterday’s post about my current camera conundrum (say that fast three times) I am suddenly feeling re-inspired about taking pictures.
Twice today have dug out the Canon Rebel and photographed.
The first photo shoot involved a ladybug discovered in parsley purchased at the grocery store.
Imagine! A bright red ladybug crawling through deep velvet-green parsley.
Perhaps some folks might be disturbed at insects in their groceries, thinking them vile creatures worth annihilating immediately, if not sooner.
I delighted in the bright red crawling creature. Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she vibrant? Doesn’t she remind one of spring as a possibility?
Do you know how deep our snow is?
Two nights ago Barry and I shoveled off his yard-boat. (I call it a yard-boat because it’s missing a motor–he’s working on it–and the boat is not currently operable.) My job involved holding the ladder whilst he shoveled heavy deep snow off the precious yacht.
All was lovely until we marched into the snow on the far side of the 24-foot boat. I repeat, do you know how deep our snow is? Crotch level, dear readers. Are you getting a visual of how much snow must melt until crocuses bloom?
Do you know how hard it is to walk in crotch-deep snow? Try to picture lifting one leg and then another. It is not a pretty picture. It is an excruciatingly slow process. Of course, we could have found snowshoes. We didn’t. We eventually propped the ladder against the boat and he shoveled. Both of our knees hurt by the time we reached dry land once again.
On a sadder note, I watched a deer cross the road a couple of days ago. It moved so slowly. It hesitated before jumping into the high snow, and then hardly gathered the energy to move in the impossibly deep drifts. I suspect many deer are dying now.
Long winters cull the deer herds. In theory, this is good because in recent winters deer have multiplied and multiplied. Car-deer accidents increased. Deer are everywhere.
But when one sees one single deer struggling–our hearts go out to it.
“Please survive the winter,” one whispers to the struggling deer.
One looks at the single ladybug struggling to climb a store-bought parsley. What should one do? Kill it? Put it in the basement? Throw it outside in the snow? Put it into the compost?
One never knows.