I’VE FOUND THE INTERNET a little on the dismal side these days … what with the Great Debate about who to vote for (with all the mudslinging), the gender bashing, the violence … you name it, it’s happening. Way over the top. And I’ve grown very tired of it.
So, I’m going to avoid all of that. I don’t need that in my life right now. I’m trying to get my head wrapped around words. Words I’ve written that need editing. And images. I need to get my head wrapped around images I’ve photographed. Images that need to become works of art. Lots of things are waiting for that to happen.
But until I can do that—and there is a glimmer of hope that I’ll be back to doing all that very soon—I decided to go for a walk on Wednesday and take snapshots of pretty things along the way. So this blog is about that — walking, enjoying, taking a moment to stop and smell the flowers—even if only as an catchphrase …
I haven’t done much walking since my surgery. I’ve been reluctant, mostly because of the exhaustion I’ve experienced after little forays into life. So, when I knew my neighbor was not going to be available to take me over to pick up my truck after it was services … well, I was a wee bit anxious about making the jaunt over on foot. I’d done it before. Many times. No big deal—but I’d also been taking two-plus mile walks on a regular basis. I haven’t done that in three-plus months. That’s a long time for muscles to atrophy, right?
So, I started out—deciding that I’d take my time, use the Starbucks as a way station on the way over (if necessary) to recoup some energy. And, along the way, search for flowers to take picture of—forgetting that we are in the midst of summer … and a drought, so there were very few flowers. Weeds, yes. Garden-variety flowers, not so much. But that’s okay. The tenacity and vibrance of “weed” flowers was welcoming. They are so delicate — yet, manage to survive where to manicured flowers fail. I didn’t take a shot of mustard — not entirely sure why, but I did get the dainty
It’s seen better days … but still, it is a pretty little thing.
horseradish bloom. And dandelion.
Lots of these along the way …
And quite a few others. I did find a few flowering garden plants up at the shopping center … and the rock rose planted along the overpass section.
Can’t grow these in the yard … the deer love them.
Dandelions … can’t tell if they are the same, just different stages. Hmm…
The wild roses were past their prime, so I skipped them. I can never remember the name of the sturdy — and very tall — bush with yellow
Don’t know why I can’t remember it’s name!
flowers, but it catches my eye every time I make this walk.
By the time I made it to the mechanic’s shop, I was revitalises — yet exhausted –from my walk. Kind of an odd combination, don’t you think? I think the fatigue won in the end. I paid for the servicing of my truck and melted into the drivers seat to recover a bit before driving home.
Different from what grows in my garden—like mine better …
Home. And a nap.
Now, I am thinking about my story … a first glimmer of hope for the story to come alive in my mind, once again. This is a good thing.
That was on Wednesday. Thursday was to be another wanderlust day to grab more photos, but the weather and our raging forest fire rained on my parade. The fog locked in all the smoke below the marine layer and they were saying the parts per million was upwards to 500—100-300 is unsafe for us folks to be in—as far north as Santa Cruz … so, needless to say, after a mandatory doctor’s appointment, I beat a quick retreat to my safe haven of locked doors and windows at home. The smoke still filtered in a little. Today was much better, so I did some errands that I couldn’t do yesterday, driving up Hwy 68 to get back home. I’d forgotten that the fire departments had taken over Toro Park as a staging area for the Big Sur area Soberantes Fire (this is a huge fire—well over 65,000 acres and only 55+/-% contained) … and all along the road were placards, cardboard signs and fancy plastic printed signs the size of a car, all saying thank you to the firefighters. From Monterey, all the way into Salinas. Their number increased, the closer to Toro Park I got. The shear volume peppering the side of the roadway made this humble soul tear up with each sign I saw. “Thank you”. “We love you”. “You are heroes”. “We love you, firefighters” … I would love to share some of the photos of the fire—they are terrifyingly beautiful … but they are easy enough to Google. I don’t think I could have pulled over to get even one of the thank you signs, as traffic and my blurred vision (from tears) hindered me enough.
But this. This outpouring of love is what I absolutely love to see. Nature is always beautiful … but to see the magnitude of love and care put into these signs—fills my heart with joy. It truly made my day.
There is a good side to humanity. It’s a pity it takes such tragic events for it to shine so brightly. Need I say more …?
Let me wish you an amazing weekend … and a blessed week ahead. Now, I’m going to go see the newest remake of Pete’s Dragon (came out today!)