Cemented Friends

October 20, 2014

Now that I am an experienced photographer (blogging for almost 3 months), I recognize differences in light.
Quality light is rare and fleeting. If one pauses to drink one’s tea, the opportunity for a great photo will
be lost.


song sparrow

This morning, as I looked down at my steaming mug and out at the perfect morning light, there was
no hesitation in my actions. Hastily, I grabbed my camera and thought- I’ll take just a few so I can
be back before my tea gets cold.


A few quickly turned into several as I reveled in the chilly morning beauty. How easy it is to forget craved things-
like caffeine- while in the midst of doing what I love.


Lured by the call of a red-winged blackbird, I found myself on a favorite bridge
where the energy is good and prayer rolls off easily.


one male red-winged blackbird and three females

Saying a prayer, in this treasured spot, I felt close to God. Unbeknownst to me, in a matter of moments,
I was about to be precariously close to God.

Notice the watercress, in the photo below, growing along the banks of the creek.


Thinking it perfect for a healthy snack, I reached out over the water to pick some. Suddenly, the plank on
which I sat bolted upright catapulting me into the freezing water!


This unexpected fork in the road left me floundering for safety
in a bottomless pit of black sludge- evil black sludge intent on
swallowing me like the perfect cup of tea.


I grappled for the bridge, but unfortunately, all of the planks were loose so with each grappling I found
myself sinking deeper and deeper. Fearing my fate, I paused, still as a windless day, to ponder my situation.

I’ve had a good life, I thought.

With icy water up to my armpits, I saw you, up above, safely fastened to the tripod- my link to published
dreams.  Emily Dickinson, famous poet, discovered after her death flashed before me.


No! I thought, this is not my fate; I want to bask in my fame. So with one last effort, I heaved a loose
plank, up and over, and grabbed onto the pole beneath it. Fiercely battling the ferocious suck of the black
sludge, I pulled myself out to safety, and raced, like a caffeine starved addict, back to my comforting cold tea.

They say experiencing difficult situations together promotes bonding- strengthening the relationship.









Latest Comments

  1. Fabio says:

    Quite a story! And a real one! Glad that you were able to escape from the water and glad that you are alive and well! Thanks to God! The writing and the photos are quite remarkable and beautiful! Thanks for going the extra mile (I would say in this case the extra many miles) to get these spectacular shots for us! Again, glad that you are alive and well! Take care! 🙂 Fabio


  2. Becky says:

    Thank you for risking your life for your readers. I love sitting in my warm, comfortable office touring Hayden Creek Farm through your eyes.


  3. amaryllislog says:

    Quite the sacrifice for some beautiful photos!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Marcia says:

    Goodness, Julie! I’m glad you were able to get out of your predicament! I am enjoying rediscovering Hayden Creek Farm through your photography.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. wlchism says:

    Wow, awesome pictures. Glad Olivia shared your blog on Facebook.


  6. cindy knoke says:

    God SOOO gorgeous!


  7. Marla aka Crazy Mom says:

    Oh my word! Sounds like something that would happen to me …. and I have left too-many-to-count cups of hot coffee for a shot at a beautiful picture!
    Glad you are okay!!


  8. Claudette says:

    Lovely photos. Glad you made it back safely. Really great sign off line there, made me smile. Perhaps there is something to be said for finishing your cup of tea after all? 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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