Jennifer issued her challenge for photos of silver a week ago tomorrow; yet I still hadn’t found any “silver” photos to craft a post.
It has been a topsy-turvy week; lots of travel, lots of drama.
And very little time for the pleasant photo hunting we usually enjoy…
I was about to make do with the slim response of a shot of Begonia, “Sophie” with her silver marked leaves, but this morning was one where there was no time to post even this single photo.
And so after lunch, my partner suggested we take a bit of time to relax and head out on a drive.
Finally, an opportunity to search for “Silver.”
Have you noticed that once you set your mind to search for something, it nearly always turns up?
We had just pulled over on the causeway between Sandy Bay and the James River when the beautiful Sycamore tree, Platanus occidentalis, caught me eye.
Yes! Silver bark!
Not particularly metallic, perhaps, but a beautiful rich and shiny grey at the least.
I snapped a few photos, and as I worked around the tree, the glinting silver rocks shoring up the bank of the river caught my eye.
These huge chunks of granite certainly looked silvery in the early afternoon sun.
Perhaps it is another of my oddities, but I find stone astoundingly beautiful.
I enjoy the color, texture, form, and antiquity of rock.
Especially when rock is host to vines or small trees, it always catches my attention.
And then, looking across the water, the sculptural forms of ancient and wind polished Cypress trees shone in the sun.
Silvery? What do you think? Close enough?
Not yet stumps, these trees were green cloaked a season or so ago.
I’ve never figured out what makes these beautiful and long-lived trees die so suddenly, standing among those still living.
A mystery, but a beautiful one.
So much life and living in the world today!
Birds and dragonflies; finally some butterflies; flowers blooming; berries ripening; wind blowing grasses and leaves.
We had plenty of company on the park roads today, too.
With a rising tide, the crabs and turtles living in the marshes lurked out of sight.
The Eagles must have sought shelter in the shade, too, because they weren’t to be seen on their nests and favorite perches.
But we know they are just waiting for the cool of evening to fish for their dinner.
We returned refreshed and relaxed.
And with a small cache of photos, now I can finally give you, “Silver.”
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014