I took the two photographs above, yesterday. They were captured from the same spot, but I zoomed in on one, just a fraction, changing the perspective and creating two different photographs.
“No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all
should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build
confidence in the creative spirit.” ― Ansel Adams
Shabbat Shalom to those who celebrate! Have a wonderful weekend, to everyone!
Tu B’Shevat begins at sunset, tonight, and ends at nightfall tomorrow, February 4th.” It is The New Year for the Trees.
Tu B’Shevat is the new year for the purpose of calculating the age of trees for tithing. See Lev. 19:23-25, which states that fruit from trees may not be eaten during the first three years; the fourth year’s fruit is for G-d, and after that, you can eat the fruit. Each tree is considered to have aged one year as of Tu B’Shevat, so if you planted a tree on Shevat 14, it begins its second year the next day, but if you plant a tree two days later, on Shevat 16, it does not reach its second year until the next Tu B’Shevat.
Trees are often seen standing by themselves, alone, but not necessarily lonely. Their beauty always illuminates, even in winter time when the branches are bare. They spread their winter joy with their arms and fingers stretched upward, downward and outward, as they beckon those who walk by to stop and perceive them with awe.
I was one such person, who stopped to inhale and view the vivid loveliness of the scene before me, at the end of December 2014. I stood for a while, contemplating and saying a prayer of thanks for what stood before me. As the euphemism goes: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” And, this beholder noticed every minute detail in this scene, from the river to the tree, to the weeds encircling it, and so much more. The tones, textures and contrasts of nature were stunning to my eyes.
You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup. -Sara Teasdale quotes
Visiting a public garden, on a cold and sunny day can not only be invigorating, as far as the almost two-mile walk, but can also be visually rewarding, especially when flowers are still blooming.
I love looking upward through the trees, while walking, and this photo shows me doing just that.
Some of the earth beyond the gateway to the seedling flats are showing some buds and young plant growth. I also liked the shadows in the foreground.
The photo above looks as if it is just dirt…well it is…but it is also a dirt path within the public garden. I liked how the golden leaves illuminated each side of the path.
I love archways, gazebos, and gateways, and liked the visual the photo above presented to me while walking.
A few days ago, I drove into a public parking lot, stepped out, and proceeded to walk along the river walkway paralleling Columbia River in WA, on a cold autumn morning. Brr…the morning temperature was 24 degrees! I pulled the hood of my jacket over the wool hat I was wearing, wrapped my scarf a bit more over my nose and mouth, and took in the lovely views along the river walk.
The river walkway was empty, and I was the only person walking on it, for about 1/2 a mile, and then a runner passed me by, running in the opposite direction. She said good morning to me, and I responded in the same way. She had on knee-length running shorts a long-sleeved shirt, running knee-high socks, running shoes, a ski cap, and gloves. I understand the fact she was wearing shorts, even though it was frigid out. When running (or even walking), one’s body motion can often overcome the cold temperatures.
I was dressed for the weather, probably more than necessary. Aside from my forehead feeling cold, the rest of me was quite comfortable and warm, the entire time I walked. I walked for about two miles. When I returned to my car, I had a thermos of coffee waiting for me. I sat inside my car, facing the river, sipping my coffee, and was grateful for nature’s loveliness before me.