August 28, 2013. Woodbine Beach. Late afternoon. Summer nearing an end. A misty day. An almost surreal quality to the light and the scene.
I love this image for the many stories that appear within it, like…
~A father in neon green swim trunks shaking out a bright yellow towel for his young daughter.
~A fellow, alone, sitting on a blue, collapsible chair, reading his book.
~A couple of friends, side by side, beach bags in hand, surveying the water.
~A sailboat, trailing a dingy, drifting by.
~Two blue umbrella’s providing shade or maybe just markers in the sand.
A group of strangers, tied together by a band of sand, a patch of lake and the last days of summer.
Is it the light…gentle and soft?
Is it the curve of the hills and subtle palette of colour?
Is it the sweep of the hydro lines cast across the sky and the intricate towers, standing tall, like two dancers.
All of it reflected in the mirror of the lake.
I don’t know what it is, but I find this image to be so graceful.
It is, of course, hydro lines and towers set along a lake, far north in Ontario. Some could say, it’s technology intruding on nature. Me, in this moment, I see harmony and beauty. Man’s made efforts woven into the landscape. There is simplicity and elegance in it, all while providing service and connection for so many.
I wonder what stories are behind this effort to connect all of us across the expansive landscape of our province. What challenges were there? What misgivings and disruption? What miracles, maybe, as a result? And, how much of it is all forgotten with so much time gone by, and service such a given.
This simple scene…on an early summer’s morn, for me, is full of story and meaning. Beauty and elegance. And…Grace.
Can you believe that spider! Staring me down with his big-as-saucers (relatively speaking), black eyes, and his green mustache. (I mean, I don’t know what it is, really – it’s probably his mouth. His biting-chomping-take-a-piece-out-of-me green mouth!) But I digress.
I was taking a picture of this pear, obviously feasted-on by the neighbourhood posse of squirrels. I mean, there it was, this pear, sitting on top of the fence, abandoned..but, clearly having been enjoyed, when out pops this hairy spider who sat down beside her. Well, beside the pear. Claiming it for himself. I mean, it got territorial. The spider made himself clear. He was not going to let me have it. Not that I wanted it. Honestly. But he was not to be convinced.
So, he stared me down. And, the only thing between me and that spider was my camera lens. Needless to say, I walked away.
And, then, so did he.
And, there was peace in our time.
BTW…That pear, it’s still out there. The spider, probably feasting as we speak. As it should be.