There is a rhythm to life on a ranch, seasonal and steady. We’re teetering on the downhill side of Spring, careening towards summer. Weekends at camp are filled with green grass and larks whistling through the sage. Days are spent horseback gathering the calves that need branded. I haven’t been packing my camera on these days. Viewing the bloom of life on the desert through a lens seems to rob the landscape of intimacy for me.
While riding with my husband, I spotted a pair of Cinnamon Teal ducks gracefully mirroring one anothers movements upon a hardpan puddle of water. It felt like magic. Watching the little creatures, each moving as if attached to the other by an invisible thread. In those moments, I didn’t wish for a camera. I relished them as a gift, a reminder to cherish the closeness that is a marriage. Then we rode off together, as if attached by an invisible thread.
Right on!
You live a blessed life. And, even better, you are aware that it’s blessed. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you, Susie. This has been a wonderful exercise, forcing me to reflect and recognize all the goodness while in transition.