Some people could use a good knock-knock-knock on the forehead to get them to stop for a few minutes, take a good look around, and see what happens when nothing happens. They get so wrapped up in themselves and the things they consider important that they forget where they are and why they are there, missing the good stuff — those small, quiet moments of near-perfection and beauty that pass quickly, often un-noticed.
I nearly knocked myself silly, this past week, before finally picking up a camera and stepping out to enjoy my favorite time of year. Now, to tie myself to a chair and force myself to post some of the pictures I took …
The maples were positively screaming out loud for the better part of the week.
On sunny autumn days, the colors can appear washed out or faded. A few cloudy days helped the colors really stand out, but then the clouds lowered and Fish in a Barrel Pond was fogged-in for close to two days straight, changing the whole scene.
Somewhere out there, the colors were reaching their peak but one would never know it from a distance.
Migrating mergansers paddled idly, waiting for the fog to lift, and a great blue heron sat out its flight delay by preening and napping on one of the boats.
Last week I spoke of sad sacks, complainers, and other types I cannot even pretend to understand. My mood was as gloomy as the weather. As the fog outside lifted (actually, it condensed with the dropping temperatures into rain) my spirits were buoyed by what I could see.
People who stand in the rain for hours with a wet dog, who come off the water with smiles on their faces and spend a few hours by the fire with friends before going to bed and doing it all over again in the morning?
Them, I get.