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Thank you Janet from the cyber group LEARNING FABRIC ARTS for guiding me this far. :)
What do you see in this photo, something vague, something moving, something that lives in the quiet of the night.
This was a most amazing look I had at diamond reflections of a full spring moon as it danced and waved on the top of a flooded field. In the day a couple days earlier this same area was a thin, ribbon fine, curve of almost dry brook bottom. Nothing stirred, not even the loosely growing, fanned out green algae that some would mistake for mermaids hair in deeper water.
Tonight, however, listen quietly you can hear the brooklet as it floods it's sides, expanding ever into the whole area around. Drowning weeds that have spent weeks growing and feeling comfortable in the dry ground along side this brooklet. Flooding the homes of little field mice which have been built to open up near the banks for this almost always drinking place. Raccoon are squawking loudly trying to figure out why they are stuck way up here in the tree tops when there is hunting to be accomplished.
A bit of history here I think is required. Spring, rain, quick, severe, and seems to overtake that lazy, meandering, stream which is lying all through the surrounding farmlands. Here carved out in its own niche is a brook, which only a few days ago fish struggled to swim up the current and recreate their fantasy and bring to life new little spawn. You can see a bit about this several pages back. I was amazed at the size of the fish fighting to gain higher land.
I regress, thank you for staying here a little longer. I think you are seeing what I have been studying. The rain came. A few hours, a lot of wetness. Suddenly all the streams, brooks, ponds in this area overflowed and rushed here to our brook to play with the other raindrops and rush on their way to Lake Huron and all the fun that was happening there.
Lou and I were out for a walk. It was dark saving the moon peeking between clouds. The noise was getting louder. The closer we got we could hear rushing water. Could this be so? Our tired little brook had suddenly "sprung" to life taking with it a memory of the moon dancing in the water.
Wonder of wonders I had my new camera, what fun to record this special vision of loveliness to share with my friends here on my blog.
That I will always remember as the night that the water danced.
And that is how it was one late, spring night during our walk in the dark.
:)
Written Sept 10, 2014
