I had to bring our little blue Ford in today to the Ford dealership for some minor reprogramming and decided to do a short walking tour of the area while waiting. It seemed mostly industrial and I wasn’t sure there would be anything of interest, but it represented new territory for my feet to wander and for my camera to shoot.
The snow is mostly melted here now and we are all rediscovering what the world underneath it looks like. In fact, yesterday my husband found some mail of ours that had been brutally whisked out of our mailbox by a passing city snowplow back in early December. It has been buried under the snow all these months just waiting for the warmer weather to reveal its presence. Two Christmas cards were among the lost. I was delighted to see them, still readable although a little worse for all the moisture. It was like finding a message in a bottle.
I tried to find some beauty as I walked – you can decide whether or not I was successful. It seemed like slim pickin’s among all the ugly business buildings, but only two blocks away I found a bridge overlooking the river. I heard a familiar voice – my old friend the red-winged blackbird was back in town! I watched and waited to see if he would come out of the tangle of brush and pose for me. He did.
On my way back, I found the perfect shot to describe my meandering ways:
I’m thankful to the God of rediscovered mail and returning feathered friends and of beauty in unexpected places.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning! (I’m trying to cut back on exclamation points and have deleted several in this post as part of the effort. Somehow, they find ways of sneaking in anyway. I expect soon to see them marching around carrying signs that say, “Save the exclamation points!!!!!!!”).
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