Reflections, Watery and Not ...

A couple of days ago a good friend of mine was expressing the irony that she, who loves the woods and forests, ended up living by the Pacific Ocean, whereas I, who loves the water, ended up by the woods and forests. Life has a droll sense of humor.

There's something about water that mesmerizes me. I know this is common, nothing extraordinary. I just love the movement, the play of light, the distortion of reflections in the ripples. Did I mention the movement? Oh, yes. This particular photograph of a pond along Mirabeau Parkway in Spokane, reminds me of a plume agate or sagenite, parts of which are transparent showing feathery or plant-like inclusions within the stone. This layering of images below the water, the rippled surface of the water, and the reflections of things above the water delight me no end.

Another thought came to me. Ruth Bavetta, a wonderful poet, sent a link to Pamela Northcutt's blog wherein the blogger paired her photographs with Ruth's poem. It was lovely. Pam's photographs, entitled Muir Woods, were tranquil and restful and the "big" picture. My photographs, on the other hand tend to be close-up, details seen at the end of my nose. Vive la difference!

Never a dull moment!

I had two more photos included in Etsy Treasuries:

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/MTYyOTgwNjh8ODAzMDkxNDcx/boy-oh-bouy

Treasury: Boy Oh Bouy

Curator: MonkeyFrouFrou

My photo: Fishing Nets n Bouys

 

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/ODEwMTEzNHw3NzU3MjkzODg/natural-dream-state-autumn

Treasury: Natural Dream State: Autumn

Curator: Maclh.etsy.com

Photo: Frosty Maples

Rasta, In Memoriam



Rasta Wortman
This is the photo Antje had on
her Facebook, which I've slightly edited
for this memoriam



Tuesday I got word that Rasta, a dear 4-legged companion of Antje, a dear 2-legged friend of mine, passed away from lymphoma. I don't know what I would do without my Suki Kabuki, and I knew Antje was just as bonded with Rasta.

It's difficult to be of comfort to someone when they are on the other side of the United States, and three time zones away. It was heartwarming to see how many of Antje's friends sent condolences via Facebook, and without a doubt many more called her personally. Antje gives as greatly as she gets, and the depth of feeling expressed by her friends and relatives was directly indicative of the depth of feeling she had for her constant companion, Rasta.

My friend seems to be working through her grief, with more difficult moments still to come. She has lost a loved one before, and I don't mean to minimize that incredible loss of her husband, but I know how important a role Rasta played in the life of Antje Wortman.

Rasta will be well-remembered.



Me and Antje