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Pic of the Week - One of Those Days
Wednesday, February 21, 2007 at 09:35PM
Today was one of those days when Spring seemed ready to be sprung. Perfect temperature, beautiful weather, all the necessary ingredients for a beaut of a day. Even Rusty shared the sentiment. That's Rusty below.
There is something truly magical about days like today. There's a certain undercurrent of potentiality everywhere you look. It's still winter, so the trees are dead and the grass is dead and the leaves are scattered about, dead and crunchy underfoot. But underneath it all, you can almost feel the upcoming explosion of Spring. It's like the trees and creeks and plants and grass are all just waiting, like a runner waiting for the pistol, to jump ahead into the next big thing. Even the fish in the ponds are acting nervous, like they're ready to just get things going already. The sun, warmer and closer than it's been in months, seemed to pour out it's energy, like fuel, to everything, and everything just soaked it in and put it in reserve, waiting for the soon-to-be-here day when it will all just unleash. It was that kind of day.
(At this point I'd like to say a prayer for my brethren who have been banished to Houston, a city which will never know days like today.)
I tried to take some pics, but you really can't capture days like today on film (or, should I say, electronic sensors.) Anyway, here are a few "Photos of the Week" to compliment the fine photo of Rusty the Running Dog.
Shed at the 4-way reflected in the Fishing Pond.
Some dead leaves on a cabin porch.
A hardwood tree at dusk.
There is something truly magical about days like today. There's a certain undercurrent of potentiality everywhere you look. It's still winter, so the trees are dead and the grass is dead and the leaves are scattered about, dead and crunchy underfoot. But underneath it all, you can almost feel the upcoming explosion of Spring. It's like the trees and creeks and plants and grass are all just waiting, like a runner waiting for the pistol, to jump ahead into the next big thing. Even the fish in the ponds are acting nervous, like they're ready to just get things going already. The sun, warmer and closer than it's been in months, seemed to pour out it's energy, like fuel, to everything, and everything just soaked it in and put it in reserve, waiting for the soon-to-be-here day when it will all just unleash. It was that kind of day.
(At this point I'd like to say a prayer for my brethren who have been banished to Houston, a city which will never know days like today.)
I tried to take some pics, but you really can't capture days like today on film (or, should I say, electronic sensors.) Anyway, here are a few "Photos of the Week" to compliment the fine photo of Rusty the Running Dog.
Shed at the 4-way reflected in the Fishing Pond.
Some dead leaves on a cabin porch.
A hardwood tree at dusk.
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