"I can't believe God put us on this earth to be ordinary." Lou Holtz
I hadn't been using my camera recently. The gray overcast skies did not entice me to travel very far from my home. As I've mentioned before, I don't mind winter as long as there is snow. Without the snow, the world feels dreary and tired.
Yesterday morning I awoke with a clarity of mind and lift of spirit that I had not felt in a while. Putting out Popeye for his morning business I glanced up at the crabapple tree that graces our backyard. Dewdrops dangling from its branches, it looked at if it had given blossom to diamonds. I quickly grabbed my camera and headed outdoors for the shot, not caring what the neighbors may think of me wandering about in my pajamas.
"Every experience is a form of exploration." Ansel Adams
After photographing the jeweled crabapple tree I turned my sights to a pile of old logs leaning against the post and beam railing that borders our yard. I never pay much attention to these, except to wish that my husband would clean them up, but today I noticed that many of them were covered with fungi. On any other day I would have just glanced at them and moved on; yesterday, I decided to look more closely. I was awestruck by their beauty. They reminded me of turkey tails, their colors evoking autumn.
"It is all very beautiful and magical here, a quality that cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it..." Ansel Adams
Returning inside the house, I did a quick Google search for fungi and learned that fungi usually appear on trees that are diseased or already dead. They take root in the heart of the tree and spread outwards. Fortunately, the fungi I found was only on logs hewn years ago.
"Art is both the taking and giving of beauty; the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these." Ansel Adams
I was enchanted by the beauty that had sprouted on these weather-beaten logs and I quietly gave thanks for this reminder of the grace that can be found if only I am willing to see with clear eyes.
Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.