Everything That Matters is Here

 

Let’s take a walk.

Again? You ask. It seems we do this often.

We do.

It’s good for both of us. We’ll need a jacket, and another layer on your legs. When the temperature is below 40 degrees the air feels cold with a slight breeze from the south.

Let me tell you ahead of time; we’ll walk fast. There is a place down the road we need to get to before the light fades. Yes, the bulge under my jacket is my camera. Guess you figured that out because of the tripod in my left hand? DSC_0017_2044sig

I should tell you I have taken this walk many times before, and in every season. It came to me just now that this route has never been boring. Yes, I know my pace is fast, push yourself a little, your legs can do it.

Do you see the opening through the trees ahead? My eyes are always drawn across the water to the distant shore. Every time my eyes go there, skimming over the water. They pause at the tree line on that shore ¾ of a mile distant. They scan for deer. Truthfully, my eyes have scanned across the lake to that place every time we take this walk. There has never been a deer there. That won’t stop me from looking the next time.

Now we come to the east end of the lake. In all four seasons the view to the south across the water is beautiful. Many times, my legs quit moving here. A long gaze at the water, the trees, and the distant sky sometimes brings a sigh from inside. The beauty here stirs my heart.

Oh, we stopped this time too, didn’t we? It’s a habit when this spot comes up. Let me tell you another secret; sometimes my legs stop at this spot on the return trip too. The light is different then.

You got a moment to catch your breath. You should be ready for the next part. It’s going up the hill. We won’t stop, and for sure we won’t slow down. You’ll be breathing harder by the time we reach the top. It’s good for both of us.

There is another thing you should know.  Every time I take this walking route my question is, “What will be the surprise this time?” Remember this walking path is my preferred path. Yes, I walk it in every season. Did you know that I’ve walked this route for years? That’s a lot of surprises.

You don’t believe me, do you?

The surprises are not always big. Sometimes it’s the sparkle of sunlight on the water. Sometimes the fresh tracks of a white-tailed deer catch my eye. One early morning years ago in the dark, a Screech Owl called, a few days ago a Great Horned Owl flew away from me across the lake. Other times the smell of the earth and growing things makes this walk one to repeat. Oh, we are almost there. We’ll stop. We both will catch our breath.DSC_0034_2052sig

No need to talk.  We’ll look into the distance. Scan the trees at the far horizon, move your eyes across the distant hills. Let the beauty soak into your soul. Listen, can you hear mallard ducks calling from the corn stubble beyond? You say you see something moving? Here look through the viewfinder of my camera. Yes, those are deer. Listen, hear them? There were geese in that cornfield too. Can you see them just clearing the treetops in the distance?DSC_0053_2067sigDSC_0018_2045sig

Now, turn around. Isn’t the sunset beautiful?

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Everything that matters is here.

Romans 1:20 …ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So, they have no excuse for not knowing God.

Author: davidwellis

What does a grandfather, husband, former public school teacher and Education Specialist for the United States Fish and Wildlife Service with many life experiences in nature do with them? A naturalist with a camera-makes outside a daily destination. My confidence is that God will guide my words, and photos. We live in a magnificent world, come and look at it with me through eyes, lens and words. To God be the glory. Current Profile Photo- Prickly Ash, the name summarizes this brushy undergrowth well. It fascinates me with its thorny branches. Seeing a vine wrapped around the trunk called for a photo.