Daisies, Down Under

I love daisies. I always have.

And just when it’s getting so hot here during the summer that I am beginning to wonder how I will EVER get through to Labor Day…

I head to Mill Landing and to my delight, the DAISIES have bloomed!

There’s just nothing like a  sea of daisies against the blue, blue water to ease my mid-summer doldrums.

Everyone knows them by their friendly little faces.

Smiling up to the sky, petals uplifted, they never seem at ALL daunted by sun or heat or drought.

But I wonder…

Have you ever looked at a daisy from down under?

Next time you come upon a host of them, by all means scoot down a bit, and try to look through their petals to see what THEY see.

Get as close as you can, now.

Focus on the daisies and let your eyes soften.

Notice how the light changes all around them.

I think you’ll agree that from their perspective, the world is magical.

You might even get hooked on daisies forever!

Just like me.

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Marsh Magic

Who would ever have thought

That bringing a camera with me to the marsh,

A place I may have visited a thousand times as a child,

Would offer this new kind of portal, like a window slowly cranking open…

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Allowing me to look out and see the beauty, the intimacy of a moment.

Able to feel up close, connected to it.

Even something as simple as a heron fishing for breakfast,

Fishing with a focus and a purpose that I can only describe as awe-inspiring,

And I am there, beside him, poised and waiting for that fish.

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This is what the camera gives me.

A daily dose of magic.

Everyday magic.

And I come away each and every time feeling…

Rich.

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Thanks for visiting Images of Cape Cod.

Sally

My Foxy Lady

Welcome once again to Marmee Monday!

All you animal lovers will understand me when I say this, My Marmee is always with me. No matter where I go, she is never more than a thought away.

Blog-Marmee313Sometimes when I am out on a walk, I’ll see things that remind me of her beautiful orange coat…

Blog-ForestBeachLoop347Her green, green eyes…

MillLanding61The other day I was exploring a new spot with the camera, getting some images of ospreys on a nest.

I was heading for home when all of a sudden there he was, a young red fox trotting right up the hill toward me!

Blog-Fox-O-Hill3A gorgeous fella’, out hunting for his breakfast.

Blog-Fox-O-Hill2He spotted me. I stopped. He stopped, his face full of curious caution.

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Then, as if remembering his mother’s lessons about 2-footeds, he began to shift, sniffing along the ground…

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He looked up at me again one more time, my oh my…

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And then off into the woods he went. Disappearing instantly like some phantom, like all the wild things do, without a sound.

Blog-Fox-O-Hill12But that wasn’t the end of the surprises. Just as I was about to turn off the camera, I looked up and there was a second youngster, sitting like a statue along the bend in the road up ahead.

Blog-Fox-O-Hill13She had the softest eyes. And they were looking for her brother.

Blog-Fox-O-Hill15When she saw me headed her way she started to get up, reluctantly, never shifting her eyes from where she’d seen her brother disappear.

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I froze where I stood, barely breathing. She sat down again. Motionless, as if she just wanted to catch a glimpse of Brother Fox to know that everything was okay.

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I never like to linger too long around the wild ones, especially on our busy summer roadways. I also wanted these two siblings to be reunited, so I was glad when I heard someone approaching on foot with a dog. Sister Fox sniffed the air in their direction…

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And with a quick turn quietly slipped into the tall marsh grass. It made me think of the baseball players in Field of Dreams. There one moment, and then poof! Gone.

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I’d been holding my breath for what seemed like forever, trying to keep my heart – and hands – steady enough to get a few photos.

And all the way home, all I kept thinking about was how much those foxes reminded me of my Marmee.

Blog-Marmee306 Her intense gaze, her bright red coat, her tender affection for the ones she loves.

And you’ll have to admit, she really IS a fox… Isn’t she?

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Thank for visiting us on Marmee Monday, ’til next time!

Sally