return to mallard marsh road
there is a section on county road b-20 that has been closed for months for construction. that detour has altered one of the routes i drive to and from work on many days. but it reopened this week. so at the risk of being late for work this morning, i drove to an old, familiar place that i’ve not been to for months. mallard marsh road. a quiet stop along the commute. a welcomed sidetrack. sometimes on the way to work with a cup of coffee. sometimes on the way home for a quiet stop between mental health work and whatever activity is going on in the evening.
there were some light rain showers this morning. and there was the fragrance of autumn dampness in the air. a morning where the rain brings something back alive in the browning leaves before they completely compost back into the earth. a kind of dying that offers something to the life of the next season.
anne lamott says that “to be great, art has to point somewhere.” i have yammered a bit about where the beauty of nature points me. about the metaphor that various photos stir in me. so, am inviting you to respond about what these photos stir in you [if anything]. where they point you, so to speak. anne also says that “we are wired as humans to be open to the world instead of enclosed in a fortified, defensive mentality.” i invite you to be open…