bonesoflife

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Sometimes I just need .... COLOR!

Whew!!! I feel much better now! Hope you do too!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Lake Ontario and Mother Nature!

The Rochester shores of Lake Ontario are normally peaceful and quiet.

But, today was a story of a different nature .... it was a story all about Mother Nature!

We however, had a tired Mother Nature compared to areas in our country that dealt with her fast and furious power. For us, she provided a water show.

Today was NOT the day for a jaunt out to the end of the pier where fisherman normally try their hand with a pole and bait.

In this area, a shelf provides protection to the shoreline, and also creates a run off for the waves that have been broken by the wall, losing their punch before eroding the shore even further.

As I watched this display of power, and felt my fingers being so cold that I thought they would fall off, I was overwhelmed with the sound.

The 65 mph wind, the waves slamming into the cement wall .... it was all around me ... inside and out.

I felt small and pretty powerless. I felt like a toy.

The hills, trees, water ....

reminded me that ..... well ..... nature is bigger and more powerful than I can even imagine. I am here to appreciate, enjoy and respect ... it all!

Walking back to the car, a bridge provided us the avenue to enter a calmer and more peaceful area of the park.

It was grounding to encounter something that wasn't moving!

OK Mother Nature ... thanks for the show today! I love you!

Friday, March 2, 2012

The many faces of bark.

St. Bernard's Cemetery, Saranac Lake, NY

While driving through the Finger Lakes today, I was taking a mental break thinking about my blog.

Hummm .... wonder what interesting journey I can create today. Ah ..... bark! I have no idea why bark popped into my mind; but, by the time I arrived home, my brain was whirling!

La Jolla, California

So, bet you are wondering - what can she possibly come up with now.

La Jolla, California

Here's my thought. Tree bark is much like a face. Each tree is different, bark comes in many forms, and the form of the bark is individual to each tree .... no two trees look the same.

Kent Park, Webster, NY

The texture, the color, the shape ...

what it looks like in the snow ...

what it looks like in the spring ...

Highland Park, Rochester, NY

what is surrounding it ...all builds to its personality.

Highland Park, Rochester, NY

Individually or in a group ...

it's all very beautiful.

Kent Park, Webster, NY

The birds choose to build their homes nestled into these amazing structures.

Highland Park Conservatory, Rochester, NY

So, in the beginning, I offered that the bark of a tree is like a face. As a face ages, the skin becomes more interesting, reflecting the life that it has experienced. I have officially decided that I will now embrace wrinkles and the changes of my face. After all, it tells a story ... whether it's a tree or a face.... it's all very beautiful!