Bucolia……the space between here, and there.
During those times when work takes over one’s life, it is vitally important to notice the beauty that quietly surrounds us each day. My commute to work takes me on a winding 2-hour journey through the bucolic, blissfully cell phone free Cougar Creek Canyon. The pine-filled air and steady rush of the passing river clears my mind and re-calibrates my purpose. It’s a much-needed respite in my otherwise crowded world.
At times, when I feel like stretching that fleeting bit of alone time just a bit longer, I’ll even stop to smell the roses growing on the side of the road………
…perhaps even pluck them….
…so that later I can plop them in the distiller…..
…and make some incredible rose cream with my mom.
Maybe I’ll even stop along the way to gaze at a train trestle…….
….try unsuccessfully to set my camera on a rock and get a “candid-contemplative” shot of myself (in a wicked coat by Core Concepts)……..
…which leads me to discover a magnificently delicate, pristinely preserved damselfly wing.
One more quick stop to fill my lungs with canyon air and wonder what it must be like to live along such a lonesome stretch of road……..
….and then just miles to go before I work.
