Whimsy
In the aftermath of some hours of soaking rain I took a walk in the yard. The rain was welcome in that trees and shrubs benefit from a thorough soaking of the soil. Water is life. I suppose that I am similar to any other mammal that moves around following a ample rainfall, everything appears more magical, more alive,… On further reflection are other mammals able to make a fine comparison, to contemplate the immediate change caused by a rain?
Whimsy comes to mind, — that vegetation expresses an exuberant vitality. There’s an excess of playfulness, a radical contingency of color, the enhancement of form. Everything attuned to everything else, as when one laughs with friends over a good joke. Nature plays or so it seems to me.
I gathered these images walking about the yard. Some presented themselves as I walked along the edge of Braeburn Marsh. Anyway why be satisfied with any electronic representation? Should I not dedicate more time to first hand appreciation of my surroundings?
