As I write this, we are expecting a strange winter storm for this time of year, mostly consisting of freaky high winds, dense fog, and then plunging temperatures overnight to produce icy roads with continued high winds. I took a walk a little earlier with the sky just starting to darken and rain coming down lightly. Everything looked photo worthy as I walked through the cemetery and since I was alone, I sang a few Christmas carols out loud. Yes, I am that weird.
Years ago when I was in my youthful 40’s I knew a woman who was probably about the age I am now. Every time we spoke to each other, her eyes would fill up with tears about something. I made a little vow to myself not to become like that. What a fool I was. What is it about aging that reduces some of us (you know who you are) to fragile bags of emotion? All this is to say that as I walked around taking photos, I found myself becoming verklempt (best word ever) at the ordinary beauty that surrounds us all the time. Why does it take looking through a camera lens to make me see it?
That color in the sky, the poignant sharpness of the ducks’ beaks, the wrinkles in the pond water, the cross lit up from behind… If you had been with me, you might have felt a little catch at your throat, too.
“Ah, Lord GOD!
Behold you have made the heavens and the earth
by Your great power and outstretched arm.
There is nothing too hard for you.”
Jeremiah 32:17
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, choking back a tear or two.
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We must have been walking at the same time today. You described just what it was like for me. I love walking in a light rain. Sure was freaky warm for MN in December. Speaking of eyes filling up with tears. I had that happen yesterday in Truman watching our grandchildren and their classmates singing “I Love to tell the Story” during their special Christmas Service. I couldn’t turn it off. 🥲
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I get that way even watching the kids singing at our church, and I’m not related to any of them!!
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