Tracy treated me this weekend to a couple of days on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, spending nights in a quality hotel in Cambridge, Md.  Her goal was to deliver a belated birthday present (from August) and get me out of the office and into my kayak and onto some water, where thoughts of my office would not intrude. (It seems such thoughts cannot swim.)

 The panorama here (a melding of nine images over a span of about 130 degrees) suggests a fairly bland, uninteresting view, a great deal of marsh grass and this and that.

Life may feel like this in its broad sweep, looking very similar with a few objects/moments that stand out.  But, each of us live our days and minutes in the details. And so a scene like this panorama, begins to take on clarity with its minute parts–or so I think.

 

The collection of trees, otherwise  indifferent at a distance, speak to me of life, its emergence, growth, and ending.

 

 

 

 

 

The wildlife of the marsh. Familiar yet particular. We have all seen the dudes in this image (gulls, terns, cormorants) in many places.

 

 

 

 

The minute parts of this marsh, among it the marsh grass, in its millions of stems, speak for themselves.

 

 

 

 

The patch of growth apart from all else. Who would imagine a thistle plant here? Miracles abound.

And last,  at a another level of detail, the questions remains, “Where is Charlotte?”