Monday, April 28, 2014

Lip-gloss to Paper!

You cannot build up a character in a solitude;
you need a formed character to stand a solitude.
                                Austin O'Malley


A blustery east wind rattles the branches of the cedars above my head. They bang and clang and bend and creak, a loud crash off in the distance has me ducking my head; a self-preservation instinct no doubt. The branch now lying on that ground covered with wet mud and pine needles will now be waiting to become part of the forest floor, a place for the bunnies and squirrels that keep me smiling.

A turkey meanders aimlessly plucking the ground below its feet searching for those bits and pieces of green sprouts that poke their heads above the blanket of brown curled and fallen long ago leaves that hide the forest floor. I creep ever so slowly under cover of the noisy banging clanging of trees above to see if I can get close enough to get a good photo without him noticing me.

I pull the point and shoot camera out of my vest pocket, the one that appears to be a bit bruised and battered from yesterday’s unfortunate incident of crashing to the ground on another one of my adventures in the bush, I get it ready to capture the turkey, the shutter is now missing but I am still hoping this will work, it is the best I can do this early in the morning far from the house. I point at that big old beautiful tom turkey and creep ahead slowly. 


SNAP… while not paying attention to what was under my feet, I stepped on a branch and that horribly breaking sound echoed through the bush, bouncing off the trees sounding like a gunshot, the turkey in self-preservation mode flies off. I am left standing alone and disappointed that I had not captured the moment.

There is so much to capture in my world, in this bush I love and I never want to forget any of the thoughts or moments that slip quickly by. I usually carry a pen and paper in my pocket that I will pull out when I reach a comfortable place to sit, relax and think and to write it down. I head over the ridge to find that special place of peace and inspiration.

Following the worn trail that the deer have used over the winter and the leaves of the Trout Lily now sprouting stretch to reach the sun rays that bounce off the maples I can almost feel their happiness after the deep long lasting snow had them trapped underground for so long. I get a bit distracted when I hear the sound of splashing water and wander to the stream, playing in the water and not remembering those past words I had, I continue to gather more.


My step quickens as those saved moments I need to write down begin to slip, I need to get to that special place and pull out that pen and paper before I forget those words that were flowing freely but are now trickling. I know now I cannot make it to my rock so I sit by the pond where the leaning tree stands tall and crooked, then plunk myself down on a grassy mound. I start rummaging through my vest pocket for my pen and paper. The words are pounding wanting to be heard, demanding to be heard, I rush to be able to let them flow out to the paper where they belong. Pounding, pounding.

Shuffling things around in my vest pocket I pull out a crumpled piece of paper and try to flatten it enough to jot down those pounding words, it has not been used for quite a while now and forgets how to lie flat. I frantically search for that pen that has always been there. I throw my dirty leather gloves, a few tissues, a bottle cap, and a rusty piece of barbed wire, a pretty rock and that battered and bruised camera on the ground beside me; my pockets are empty except for a tube of lip-gloss.

Lip-gloss, I do know will not work like a pen, I try anyway, the words drift away much like the leaves that swirl and twirl above in the wind. With nothing else to do I sit and I listen. Watching as the wind picks up those leaves, and I enjoy the sound of the banging, clanging of the trees, and my heart pounding loudly. That is the moment when I finally notice the incredible reflection of the trees in the pond.



 I smile while tracing my lips with the lip-gloss knowing exactly why I love it here.


Later

36 comments:

  1. I can only imagine, you know with all the blogs you have here you could write a book. it's a fascinating inside look at what it is to be a farmer, as well as an artist...I'm enjoying it...I take great photos, see I could help you there, I'm usually up by well depending on my neighbours, 1am to 4 am very rarely do I get up later and it always amazes me when I do

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  2. I love the last shot, Miss B! What beauty you get to enjoy on a regular basis.

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  3. Great writing once again. Painting pictures with words.

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  4. A new use for lip gloss is discovered!

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  5. That reflection is gorgeous!!! And there are dogtooth leaves!!! I will have to check out the woods that are within walking distance...

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  6. Beautiful reflections!! And another good reason to carry lip gloss. ;-)

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  7. Love the reflection of the trees in the water, and your paper.
    Hugs M xx

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  8. Great pics, B. Do you have access to those little 25cent spiral notebooks? If not, let me know and I will send you a couple.

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  9. Your post has me smiling once again my friend. You have a way with words indeed. And what a view.

    HOpe your week is a Happy one.

    Hugs~

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  10. I'm so glad the camera still worked for you...and....there never is a pen when you need one. If only we had one every time we thought of something wonderful the world would be so full of books.

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  11. Ah but a picture is worth a thousand words.....

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  12. I have yet to get a good shot of a Turkey.
    Sounds like a lovely time :)

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  13. beautiful thoughts... beautiful words... beautiful photos...

    now my dear, i have a project for you! hi-yourself into town and get a pocket recorder. when you are inspired,simply pop it out, turn it on, and record the words!!!!!

    there, aren't i the brilliant one?!? -giggggles-

    tessa~

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  14. Lovely post ! I used to take pen and writing book with me out in the forest like you do now but now I just snap a lot of photos as I slowly sneak up on my subjects to get the shot lol . I love to be out in the bush , forest, the marsh or down by the river just getting lost in the sights and sounds of the wild and just taking it all in and all this is is just steps from my door in our valley . Thanks for sharing . Have a good day !

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  15. A beautiful place indeed B. Sometimes it's nice to just soak up the surroundings, and enjoy the peace that comes from being in nature. I love your pond shot, no words needed!

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  16. Those trees reflecting in the pond are beautiful! I'm so glad you live where you belong, Buttons! :)

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  17. As you are crawling about the bush, scaring up turkeys and still taking fabulous shots, i am still in the flatlands...is winnipeg anything like grand forks? because if so then i know not to flee to there for the flood warning;i have been told not to worry as grand forks usually puts one out that last for months...maybe i can float home...

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  18. sometimes just being in the moment is enough. :)

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  19. I always use to grope around for something to write a post on........then I got an iPhone and can record my thoughts, take a photo or even type a note.

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  20. you enjoy this and write about it, like no one else can!!

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  21. I must go to my special spot again, thank you for inspiring me. Winds are blowing very hard here, it is not pleasant to be outside. Hugs from the canyon....

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  22. Your posts always inspire me to be outside even more....

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  23. Isn't it amazing how many thing we miss?!!!!...:)JP

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  24. Buttons,

    Beautifully written!!!

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  25. Beautiful story - sometimes you have to just take things in to truly enjoy them! The words will come to you at a more convenient time - when you least expect it. :-)

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  26. You created a lot of suspense in this post. You also show us that there are key words needed to produce a post and if we don't get the words they are lost. Nice post.

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  27. That is a stunning show and would have thought the paper be more crumbled than what you described. Great post. It was like reading a good book. Keep it up with the words flowing out of you into creative stories.

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  28. Ah, B, your words paint such beautiful pictures. Your words sing to me--I am not exaggerating. You have a gift, and we are blessed that you share it. :-) And those reflections in the last photo--stunning!

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  29. Thank you for taking us along on your walk, B. I can practically feel the wind blowing those cedar branches and hear the crack and the flap of wings and know the frantic searching for the elusive pen. But sometimes when we stop and look around us, we need no words. Beautiful. Hugs xo Karen

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  30. Your pictures and words are simply gorgeous.

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  31. You are such character, Buttons. Not only with such an assortment of goodies in your pocket, or in your experience, but how well you tell us about them.

    Blessing and Bear hugs!

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  32. Lip gloss? Oh, Buttons, your thinking is so creative!

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  33. You can weave a beautiful story around the loveliest subjects B.
    Gorgeous photos too. Reflections are such an added bonus aren't they :D) xx

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