“When the shadows rise and the path lies hidden, do not despair! For then shall the light pierce the darkness and fall upon its champion, master of dark and light, for he is dark and light, and he shall guide you.”
So concludes today’s reading from “The Book of Boo”.
Vertical lines. Wood and concrete, moss. Sun and shadow. Where am I?
Let’s pull back a little. Grids. A window. Am I? Am I?
I am! I’m at my favorite pair of garages on a cold but sunny winter morning.
We adopted Trixie three years ago, little Squeaks has been climbing into our laps and onto the counters ever since.
Ours is a world of water but not so much as theirs, particularly on days of water above and below. You should have seen the smile on my face when the rain really started chucking it down as I watched the harbor seals frolic in the surf. Water defines so much of what I love about the Pacific Northwest, the lush greens of the forests, the snow on the mountains, the waterfalls, the seasonal ponds, the wetlands, the mountain streams, the rivers, the oceans, the tide pools. All the animals therein. I’m trying to soak it in while I can in case I end up in a world still defined by water, but by its absence rather than its abundance. But I’ll love photographing those places too, I learned long ago to focus on what you love about where you are rather than what you miss about where you were.
I photographed this California scrub-jay in our backyard in 2005, back when it was known as a western scrub-jay. The species was split into two in 2016, the California is who you’ll usually see in Oregon. Emma was particularly fond of the large, gregarious birds like jays, crows, and flickers, so if she was on watch I always knew when one landed in our backyard.
Boo is not yet ready to receive visitors to his new Boo Box Condo, he says it’s just a prototype and isn’t ready for public viewing but I don’t know, I think it’s already looking pretty sweet.
Our resident philosopher enjoys exploring new places to sleep or observe more than any of our other cats.