Positively Charged

I am an optimistic person. I see beauty and meaning in the smallest things, and I enjoy the silence of my alone time. But weather patterns caused by weather manipulations have destroyed many a sunny day around here and that makes me anxious and rather sad. When the sun is out, so am I, delighting in every task, like some sort of gardening nitwit. The other day we ventured forth again for many errands that can only be done a fair bit of a drive away from home. We opt for the darker days to travel from here to there, as we want to be out in the garden on the few sunny ones. Here are some shots of the roads leading away from our cottage. Although dark days are not my favorites, they are quite dramatic and have a mournful undertone to me, forlorn and forsaken they still awaken my deep appreciation for nature.
These images remind me of my yearnings to be with my family more, who don’t live nearby. That longing is only in pipedream stage right now, but someday I hope to make that a reality. For although I surely relish my privacy living in the middle of nowhere, I’ve reached a point in my life where I miss my relatives more. And I don’t want to wait too long before some changes are made. Life is short. Eternity is long. Opportunities come quickly and leave faster. Perhaps it’s time to put on my thinking cap, yet again.
These roads have a haunting quality to them. As we drove towards the city, the heaviness was dissolved on the horizon line. The light was perfect to capture the moodiness and loneliness of the road stretched out in front of us.
And there I was grinning like a Cheshire cat at the hopefulness I felt seeing that golden light where the sky meets the earth. That kind of optimism has been with me all my life. I’ve savored everything I’ve taken In visually, that nature offered, feeling incredibly blessed and lucky to be so alive. I can almost see the Emerald City gleaming in the distance.