Testing my Patience
April is the ultimate test of patience:
Shivering in spring jackets, because we can no longer stand to layer ourselves in winter wear; fingers icy because we refuse to wear gloves for even one more day; wiping snow off the car with our sleeves because, frankly, we are fed up.
Watching the snow melt, only to wake up to earth covered – once again – in snow; waiting for the ice to break up in the bay; driving deliberately through puddles so the spray scatters onto snowbanks in the hopes they will melt just a little bit more.
Patience brings rewards, too:
That first glimpse of salty water under the bridge and rivers beginning to flow once more.
An edge of lawn; a blade of green grass.
Sand and waves and a single piece of sea glass.
April can be a cruel month, but the rewards are worth the wait.
This may not be a pretty picture, but it’s beautiful to me.
This puddle means the snow is melting. It may take awhile to be rid of those monstrous snowbanks, but it’s progress.
I’ll take what I can get.
Is it possible spring actually is around the corner?
After this endless winter, it is a relief to see a break in the ice. (If you look closely, you can actually see water!)
Soon – with any luck – this break will expand and let the warmth back in.
Bring it on.
Quick-changing abstracts paint the car windows in the car wash.
These waves of blue splashed across the glass. Rainbow bubbles patterned the windows. Water droplets dappled the glass.
It is split-second art.
Bare trees reflected in rippling water like an eerie apparition…
I took a walk down to the river with my camera.
At first, I saw only the river.
But slowly, I began to notice the smaller details: The leaves floating in the river, the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the birds.
With the help of my camera, I could change my focus as well. The grasses at the river’s edge became a work of art when the leaves and water behind them blurred through my lens.
Before heading back up to the camp, I captured a few images.
Sometimes, one outing provides for many memorable moments…
A fall day so warm the afternoon was spent at the beach.
One of the fish my children tearfully rescued from the sand bars.
A pretty patterned crab in the shallow water.
My children at play.
Being able to walk barefoot on the sandbars in October – this is a gift.
I wait for the sea.
I wait through the long winters and the rainy days. As soon as it is warm enough, I pack my beach blanket and a book (and toys for the kids) and head to the sea.
It is a soothing, calming place and I cannot get enough of it.
The tide was out when we arrived at the beach.
Sand bars like smooth islands shone in the sunlight, speckled by seagulls and seashells. The water was a mirror for the shoreline.
It was morning and the beach was almost empty, so few footprints interrupted the patterns made by the tide. Ripples, salt lines, pebbles, and snail trails embellished the sand.
The sea makes its own art.
To me, a masterpiece can be something created by people, or it can be something natural. We do not have to look far to find masterpieces in nature. This spring stream, with its reflective water and array of colours, is one.