Why is the familiar different now
The river by the bend
The trees, the rocks, the birds, the sky
A thousand steps walked alone
In solitude, nature was my friend
And yet today, even as the bird sang its welcoming song
As the winds of winter give way to the blossoms of spring
As the water lapped gently on the rock strewn shore
I heard my heart speak
In winter’s depth a flower bloomed
Joy came forth, the soul consumed
A life, thought dead, was vital still
And so it was this winter day
That the steps familiar had a different strain
There is beauty everywhere
And time enough for us to share
One of the many places in the Washington D.C. area that I have never visited in the decades that I have lived in the area is the National Arboretum in Northeast Washington D.C. I don’t really have a reason why I have never set foot on this place. I enjoy leisurely walks. I enjoy taking pictures of flowers and gardens. I enjoy taking pictures of birds. Apparently, the Arboretum has no shortage of the things that make for a great day outdoors but somehow, I never stepped inside its grounds. That oversight was corrected, somewhat, by a short trip to the National Arboretum in mid February.
Yes, it was winter. There were few birds flying about. The flowers are still weeks from coming out. The gardens were in a state of hiatus. Still, the landmark that many people come to see in the Arboretum are the Capitol Columns. These columns used to be part of the Capitol Building. When the Capitol was renovated, the columns were replaced by new, improved, more ornate cylindrical blocks. What to do with the old columns? Well, why not put them in a garden? And so, eventually, the columns made their way to the National Arboretum.
It was a relatively mild winter afternoon. The recent rains filled the reflecting pool with water and made for even more interesting photographs. People were enjoying themselves in the warmth of the February sun. A beautiful afternoon that surely will not be the last spent visiting this wonderful place.
It is cold outside. Heck, it is cold inside. The first few days of 2018 has been some of the coldest days we have experienced in the D.C. area in quite some time. Yesterday, I went for a short hike in the park. After thirty minutes, I was back in my car. I wasn’t tired. My hands, however, were aching from being exposed to the cold air. One of the things that I need to buy are thermal protection gloves that will allow me to take pictures in cold weather. As it was, I had to take my gloves off every time I wanted to take a picture.
Not that there were a lot of pictures to be found. It is important, however, to persevere and keep looking for something that may prove interesting. Practice is important. In any discipline. And in photography, you need to constantly look at the world and see what pictures you see. I must admit, the cold temperatures dulled my desire to look at every angle, at every corner, at every tree or leaf and find a different picture. I just wanted to walk a little bit and still have fingers that I can move at the end of the day.
So here are two pictures. Perhaps not spectacular. Totally reflective of my mood and sentiments on the fifth day of the first month in 2018. I’ll look at these pictures again, perhaps in the far off future. And remember that it was cold.
And yet. I just finished talking with my cousin in Calgary. She said it was -22F in Calgary over the holidays. Cold is a relative thing. In her mind, we are probably enjoying near tropical weather. Sixteen degrees Fahrenheit? You think that’s cold? I imagine that’s what she was thinking when I was complaining about the temperature.
There are things in life that are relative. And there are things in life that are absolutes. It is absolutely cold. The degree of coldness, however, is all relative.
With most of the United States in deep freeze, why not venture out on the first day of the year and feel that cold, crisp air? Why not. Unfortunately, my favorite museum was closed for the day.
Still, a little cold weather did not deter this man, nor did the weather deter his drinking companions.
But on this cold January day, the first day of the year, the afternoon light made this short trip to the Mall worthwhile.
The early February 2010 winter storm paralyzed the Washington D.C. area for days. If you didn’t have far to go, the snow made the mundane beautiful.