Some of you may remember the movie “On Golden Pond” that came out in 1981. Don’t you love the image that name invokes? A serene pond-lake golden in the sunset. A pair of loons welcoming the main characters home. Ahhh, idyllic.
We have no golden pond here in the woods near the shores of Lake Superior, but we do enjoy a teeny tiny cattail pond that rests beside our curvy driveway.
It’s always interesting. In the springtime, tree toads sing from nearby poplars. In the summer, big fat frogs and toads sun in the murky waters, and green cattails sprout from long lazy stalks. In autumn red leaves drift upon the water and the cattails puff out in white whisps. And at this time of year the pond freezes and thaws, freezes and thaws. The old sinks back into the water. The new yet dreams itself into being at the bottom of the pond.
Nature creatures its patterned art in the falling, the dying, the rotting.
I took these pictures the other day after a walk to the mailbox. The reflections of sky on ice, and trees in water, seemed fascinating.
All week–after renewing my WordPress site for another year–smile–I contemplated writing a blog post, but there’s just nothing to say, my dears.
A person might metaphor about freezing and thawing and those effects on the human psyche, but frankly I can’t think of anything to say about it.
So here are just a few pictures of our Cattail Pond.
Once someone gave me a card that quoted Ansel Adams:
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
Very quietly sitting with this come-and-go game of winter. The forecasters promise a warm up for the weekend.
One last picture. This was the view that caught my eye on the way to the mailbox. The trees reflected in the water. One world on top of another. Depth upon depth available to call a person out of the familiar into the unknown. A whisper that there’s often a multiplicity revealing itself from the vantage of reflection.
Ha ha! Couldn’t let a blog post end without a spiritual metaphor.
Thanks for pausing here to reflect with me. 🙂