Moody Monday
Tag: #naturephotography
The Tree Museum…take one
In the midst of our great Canadian landscape, amongst the trees, and the lakes, and the rocks, we discovered The Tree Museum.
Just follow the little blue arrows, and the little blue signs. After a kilometer, or two, and you will happen upon the entrance to the Tree Museum.
Before the entrance, God has his work on display.
A mailbox contains a guest book. We left our names among the rest of the worldly travelers who have discovered this beautiful retreat into the wilderness.
Having just recently recovered from a bout of covid19, I started this outing a little overconfident in my level of fitness and endurance, so we are leaving the rest of tour for a different day.
We have so much more to explore!
June Flowers
Who is the poet of the flower?
The answer changes by the hour.
Petals of
blue,
and of white,
and of pink.
The scent of the flower,
Cause the poet to think.
The stem,
The stalk,
Where in
The flower's beauty
Locks.
Grown
In sand, and soil,
And rock.
God's paint brush
Moves,
With grace and ease.
Beauty, found and sought.
Victoria Falls
We were our very own one car parade as we very slowly and very carefully traveled the 12 kilometers of narrow dirt road, through forests and wetlands, to the very peaceful and tranquil Victoria Falls. A very different parade than the one taking place in England to celebrate Queen Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee.
On the right of the bridge is the wet and wild Victoria Falls with it’s many rocks and rapids.
To the left of the bridge the dark waters lazily gather before turning and tumbling down the rocky falls to join the rapids below.
The water forming large Eddie’s before transforming into a flurry of rushing water.
So much to explore. So much to see.
We spotted a beaver close to this spot.
Ontario has so much to offer.
The Colour Green
Growth and renewal
The colour of spring
Rebirth
Pine green
Mint green
Milkweed green
And jellybean green.
Emerald, lime, spring, forest, teal, chartreuse, olive, aquamarine, turquoise, blue-green, sage, jungle green, light green, viridian, malachite.
Spinach, kale, broccoli, avocado, asparagus, brussel sprouts, cabbage, kiwi, collard greens, edamame, chard, bok choy, green beans, green tea, mustard greens, cucumbers, arugula, beet greens, celery, zucchini, lime, peas, apples, lettuce.
The green of grass
The green of grain
The green that's gracious
The green that's growth.
Psalm 1:3 'the leaf shall not wether'
Mother’s Day
To Mothers,
From far and wide.
Here on earth,
And in the sky.
To those who mother
Other people's children.
To those who benefit
From other people's mothers.
From the goose
With her gander.
To the Mother osprey
Who yelled at me.
Happy Mother's Day
To all of the women
In this world!
Stumped
Stumped
I am stumped
Totally stumped
So stumped.
Stumped
By all the things that I have heard
When people say
Not a single word
Like flower petals
They grow on dead wood.
They love me
They love me not
And the waters swirl
As the world turns
And
Everything stands
Still.
Trees, by Bliss Carman
A wonderful poem, because it is National Poetry month!
In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
There were goodly trees in the springing sod,
Trees of beauty and height and grace,
To stand in splendor before His face.
Apple and hickory, Ash and pear,
Oak and beech and tulip rare,
The trembling aspen, the noble pine,
The sweeping elm by the river line;
Trees for the birds to build and sing,
And the lilac for joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call
And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall;
Trees for fruitcake and fire and shade,
Trees for the cunning builder's trade;
Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail,
The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
He made them of every grain and girth
For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
From the gift of the Giver of Paradise,
On the crown of a hill, for all to see,
God planted a scarlet maple tree.
Pink
Pink
Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink,
with dirty dishes in the sink.
But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think.
As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them
the colour pink.
Maria Tuttle
The Gibson Trail
Hiking the Gibson Trail,
on a cold, crisp, autumn day.
Making the kind of memories
that don't fade away.
Most leaves have fallen,
others cling on tight.
Colours of nature,
shine through,
brilliantly bright.
Reds and greys,
Browns and blacks.
Healing berries,
of the beautiful sumac.
Trees.
Showing their beauty,
Inside, and out.
Remembering old memories.
Creating new memories.
Flowers on a log.
Prettiest of them all!
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