Humber River, Looking north from Dundas Street bridge; BB Z10 photo by Steven Potter
Beneath the silent frozen floe,
Waiting for its time,
Under stumps and rocks and ice,
Sleeping in the vine,
Measuring days, the warmth and light,
Solar angles rise,
Sending home from parts unknown,
Pulsing wings across the skies,
This silent Spring drives clockwork things;
We’re captive in the round.
We sense the Earth’s rebirthing;
We hear the trickling sound.
We are the melting winter ice;
Through crystal cracks we make our start.
And fracture down through frozen ground,
To pool inside our Heart.
We follow close the hidden stream,
Carving worlds anew.
We fan the fire feeding dreams,
Of sun drenched hills in view.
Of flowers, fields and gentle breeze,
Creatures of every kind,
Spring grows and shares all we hold dear,
Here’s my wife standing at the head of the Mizzy Lake Trail in Algonquin. We went out just before dawn with hopes of meeting some of the wildlife and were richly rewarded. I remember the mist flowing over the lake; the dense cool air that permeated the entire landscape. It seemed to carry a reminder of ancient daily cycles that started with the dawn of our planet, and will continue (I hope) long after we’re gone.
The beveled top of the tree on the right is actually the trail head marker. I love the way it mirrors my wife’s upward gaze and baseball cap.
Nikon D80; zoomed to a focal length of 34mm; 1/100 sec @ f5.
I photographed this scene while visiting with some friends in Prince Edward County. I like the contrasts of the pastel blurs and the sharpness of black cast iron. It’s a place of expansive beauty with a invitation for quiet contemplation.