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.)
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 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?”