Alone pursuing my passion through the viewfinder is often lonely. Discoveries to find understanding. Often posing questions that will remain unanswered in my mind. Like scales on a beaver tail leading me where?
Chipping away at what drives me always asking why? Separated from my wife as I will be this week, “Lonely” arrived with just the thought of it. In a few days it will be our anniversary. The life we have shared a journey so special I could never have dreamed it. Most things come slowly to me. The deep understanding the “Little Woman” has of me compels me to be a better man. Allowing me the freedom to seek on my own at times.
Looking down the throat of the path that leads me on. Aided by my children to look in to the light of who I am. Even when I am by myself they reside beside me.
A simple song of family leads me on. Sustenance a virtue of tradition. We are each alone yet not. The words I seldom speak and are quite unable to write about, on closer inspection is one of love and understanding.
Sustenance similar to the spiky fins on a catfish. Many times we have to keep flipping our thoughts before they slide down the gullet of comprehension. For me that rarely happens. Yesterday my son sent me a youtube link to a slideshow he made of some of the images I have shared on this website. A song of his that gives my pictures an emotional affect that gives me shivers down my spine. The lonely unlonely is alive inside of me.
Your son has a lot of talent. I’d be proud of that boy! I love the shot of the beaver tail-that’s something you don’t see very often.
New Hampshire Gardener,
I too think my son has a lot of talent. Always have been proud of all my kids. They got the good stuff from their Mom, had to overcome what they got from me more than likely. I found this dead beaver on the rip rap below the dam. How the carcass got where it was I can’t imagine. The distance from the water on the rip-rap. Where it was I would not think someone discarded it there. It was a huge beaver. To bloated to inspect. Right in the tail waters of the dam where beaver are not normally at. Another odd thing was later in the afternoon running in to a beaver lodge and beaver chewed trees. I was looking for ducks not beaver. The lodge is in a position surrounded by scrub trees and could not figure a way to take a picture with only having my long lens.
Your son’s video is wonderful with your photos — together in sync. Your post’s images are fantastic! — barbara
Thanks for the compliments. Glad you enjoyed the video. I will pass it on to my son.
I always love your photos and this time the slideshow. It is terrific!
Montucky,
Thanks for the compliments. It means a lot to hear them.