serenade of flight,
arrow of snow, calm
ship in the transparent storm,
you raise your equilibrium
the hoarse wind sweeps
the meadows of the sky.
(taken from 'Ode to the Seagull' by Pablo Neruda)
Today was the day. We needed relief from the four walls, from the television, from the computer.
We set off with a couple of destinations in mind, cameras at the ready. Nothing looked photogenic, half melted snow covered with drifts of brown-gray dirt, hid yellowed lawns and
sleeping flower beds. Fields are filled with the stubble of last years crops, and bare trees.
To the lake!
The lake obliged with countless shades of blue, gray and green. The geese, swans, ducks and ever present gulls crowded together on the small stretch of sand daring each other to enter the rough cold waves.
Squawks and honks and quacks fill the air, and sudden rushes with out stretched wings are seen, but their hearts aren't in it. They need the warmth of the sun and the promise of Summer, then they will pair up as the timeless ritual of finding a mate begins.