I’m sure it will come as a surprise to no one that my days this summer have been a lot less about taking photos of nature and writing about them, and a lot more about taking photos of a certain darling little lady and writing in my journal about her first smiles or the first time she slept through the night.
But in between the midnight feedings and uncounted numbers of diapers changed, I still watch for the beauty outdoors, even if it’s only through the windows while I’m pacing through the house in an effort to soothe her cries on a fussy day. I don’t see many exotic things, but I do see the way the morning dew is glistening on the clematis or the way the light falls warm and soft across the field grass just before the sun sets—and these bits of loveliness are things that have fed my soul on days that adjusting to life with three small children under my care is a little on the overwhelming side.
The other thing that has fed my soul lately is the book of Psalms which we’ve been reading through, one a day at breakfast time—and chapter 36 is one of my recent favorites. May these excerpts from it, accompanied by these glimpses of my summer, feed your soul, too.“How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings…They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights…For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light.” (Psalm 36:7-9)
Some of the prettiest pink things God ever made happen in the month of June.
It’s the month of glorious pink roses billowing in the ditches…And pink begonias blooming on my porch…
And pink peonies bowing their full ruffled heads gracefully to the ground…And foggy pink sunsets on summer solstice……and my personal favorite this year? The pink toes of a certain wee baby girl.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” (James 1:17)
This week, our resident swan pair debuted their newest brood of offspring, parading them very proudly all the way around the lake (for all the neighbors to see, I presume). There are six cygnets, which might be their all-time record for family size!
There is a shy doe at the edge of the field, who acts very nervous whenever we come near. I know there’s a tiny fawn hiding in the swampy raspberry thicket beyond where she lingers, though we have yet to actually see him.
After three known unsuccessful attempts (including inside the exhaust pipe of my husband’s truck), last year’s swallows have finally settled on a place to build a new nest. Incidentally, it’s in the exact same place as they built the last one. Silly birds.
A mother rabbit went bounding off from my parent’s garden when I was visiting there earlier this week, scared by the dog. She left this wee cutie, with brown eyes almost as big as his ears, crouched obediently close to the ground. He didn’t move a muscle, even when I took this picture:It’s been baby time everywhere we look outside lately—and then, finally, at 6:45, just after the pearly gray dawn of a Wednesday morning, it was our turn.
A tiny baby voice cried out for the first time in the little house on the edge of a lake, while outside in the gentle rain the swan family paddled softly through the lily pads in search of breakfast and the swallows twittered busily around their almost-finished nest.
“A woman has pain in childbirth because her time has come; but when she brings forth her child, she forgets her anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.” (John 16:21)
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.“ (Psalm 30:5)
Praise the Lord!
Photographing wildlife is all about three essential things: 1) being in the right place, 2) at the right time, 3) with a camera in hand. Any two components without the third = no picture. I must admit that the times when I’ve had all three work out at once have been rare. But they’ve been all the more exciting as a result—and these two photos are some of my favorite examples.
If you look closely at the first photo, you’ll see it’s really an action shot—that’s a pretty mama doe nursing her fawn, eyeing me warily even across the field. This was shot from my car window, on a day when I just randomly happened to have my camera in the seat right next to me.
And the second photo was a breathtaking close-up chance encounter in a wild raspberry bramble. I was out walking, camera in hand for a wildflower shoot, and came upon this little one’s mama suddenly, sending her leaping frightened off into the woods. This little guy was probably not more than a day old, still wobbly on his feet, but he followed the instructions she left to the letter: he dropped to the ground and didn’t move a muscle even when I stepped a little bit closer to take his portrait.
The lesson here is that one should always be ready for the unexpected.
As in, never leave the house without a camera.
Or in other vastly more important ways like this:
“Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” (Matthew 24:44)
(For more information and instructions on how to be ready for Him, read the whole chapter and the following one as well!)
I came suddenly upon a family of Canada geese crossing our driveway the other day. Almost all of the goslings hurried off as fast as their little legs could take them into the field grass, following their mother who led the way to safety honking wildly in alarm. But this little fellow seemed to have an independent streak and I imagine he’s the child who has given his poor mother the most gray hairs—er, feathers.
Off he went foolishly running in the opposite direction from his family, right down the center of the driveway in front of me. I was fortunate enough to have my camera at the ready, and of course, since his legs were very short and he had hardly any wings to speak of, he was no match for me. I easily caught up with him and snapped a portrait of the wayward little guy before shooing him off to where his mother and siblings were calling for him at a safe distance away. Silly goose! Good thing I was just an appreciative human with a camera and not a hungry wolf, or that would have been the end of him.As I watched him go, I was reminded of this passage in Isaiah:
“All we…have gone astray, we have turned every one to his own way…”
Good thing for us the verse doesn’t stop there, or that would have been the end of us, too!
“…and the Lord hath laid on Him [Christ] the iniquity of us all.” (Isaiah 53:6)
We have foolishly wandered, but He has provided a way to safety anyway. How unworthily blessed we are!