Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy. – Star Richés
Today was cold and rainy – 40 degrees and a steady downpour that depressed everyone but my flock of ducks. Days like today send me back into the photo archive to find images that remind me what the world looks like bathed in warm, golden sunlight. The month of March, here in Missouri, is a long haul: Day after day of grey skies that make us feel like we’re living in a cave. The upside is: When the sun does shine, it is like a healing balm. Nothing in the world feels as warm as sunlight on your back on the perfect spring afternoon.
This photo was taken in the Spring Creek valley, near Relfe, Missouri. My grandfather was born near this place in the early 1900’s and every year my mother, my sister-in-law, and I come to visit the old home place and revel in the coming of spring. It is more of a pilgrimage than a simple outing. We climb the steep hill to the family cemetery and Mom tells stories about our family: The story of the night the barn burned down, how Great Grandmother Duncan was stalked by a panther on her way home from the mill, and how Grandad Kent had to drive away wolves from the sheep fold on a frigid January night. I’m sure the stories have grown more dramatic over the years, but its a ritual we love and a connection to our past that keeps the spirit of our ancestors alive and well.
The photo was taken with my Canon EOS Digital Rebel at f/14, 1/60 second and an ISO of 400.