As we finally shift back into that time of year where the vengeful eye of daytime struggles to keep us fixed fully within its searing glare (also known as the three or four months of each year that fight among themselves to see who can claim to be Autumn, Winter, and Spring, before the sun shift back into position and burns them into submission), we have found, again, the chance to get out and see a bit of nature around us.
Back to Huntsville State Park, which is the nearest place of retreat, where cement or asphalt are at least harder to find.
Good, maintained trails allowing access to a walk among trees.
Or along the lake…
As much as I enjoy the lush green of the lakeside, though, the whisper in the back of my mind still reminds me that “water should be clean, clear, cold, and moving…”. So, the trees and the shifting shadows they offer provides the temporary retreat I need.
The streaming light of the low sun, as it finds its way through the canopy, finds its way to the strands of thread offered by the local life, offering such interesting treasures in its glow.
Around them, the sounds of larger creatures draw my attention. Most remain hidden, but a few offer a chance glimpse.
And a few willing plants, lured out by the warmth and sun, provide contrast to the background, as well.
More to follow…and a plan if forming to get out and find that cold, crystal-clear water that my inner voice demands…
Tight lines…