The morning bird chorus, Virginia springbeauty weaving in and out of the waves of the wind, a cow from far away. This is a suspended moment in time from the woods. New life growing out of decaying sugar maple leaves.
Moments before, I had ridden past this scene on the four-wheeler, looking for cattle, thinking, Wow, that’s beautiful! I need to take a picture…no, I’ll do it later. I’ll come back.
But something pricked at my mind as I continued down the slope to the bottom field, saying, Take the picture this morning.
So once I’d seen the cows, I returned to the flowers and shut the quad bike off, just listening and contemplating the emergence of vibrance in the midst of crumbling fragility.