For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
Spring has arrived in Kansas. Temperatures have been in the 60s. The grass is starting to have a hint of green. A few trees have put out the teeniest buds. And the bees are starting to buzz. On Saturday afternoon, when the sun was high in the sky and yours truly was sweating from the heat, Milford Lake was still half frozen over with a slushy crust. A pocket of water reflecting the clear blue sky shone out against the otherwise white-topped lake.
I’m not the best photoshopper so I hope no one asks to have this printed because I’m sure in the print form you will see the fullness of my editing mistakes. However, as a digital image, I had fun with this picture. It was a little ho-hum in full color, despite how beautiful it looked in real life. But it was almost asking to be black and white. In straight black and white though the beauty of the cool water was lost. This way we get to enjoy both. The cool blue tones pair well with the black tree and brilliant white surface gleaming in the sunlight.
And then I had a little extra fun and gave it a picture runner flair.
It was nice to be running the trails again after being at the house this past week. I ran along a horse trail for a while and then worked my way down to the lake. I was going to scramble over some of the rocks along the shore to get to a different angle, but it smelled so terrible from the rotting clam-like barnacles. I had had enough stink for one week so I decided it simply was not worth it.
I ran hard the first mile or so and then backed off a bit. After two months of running in the freezing, I found myself completely unprepared for the heat. I had pants on, which was a bad idea, and a t-shirt that stuck to my back because my camera pack was pressed against it. The whole run just made me miss the frost winter air. I know all my east coast relatives are saying, “We’ll trade you!” I’m not complaining really. It’s very pleasant here. But when it comes down to it, I’m more of a cold weather, winter person that a sticky-hot, summer person. Tonight, my husband said, “If the days were longer in the winter, then I’d like winter more, but instead I like the spring and fall best.” I had to agree with the daylight part. But whether I’m ready or not, spring is upon us. We are spending more time outdoors and welcoming this new season. Even though I will miss winter, I’m excited to see Kansas change from brown to green. I hope I can capture it in its full radiance.