The healing of our present woundedness may lie in recognizing and reclaiming the capacity we all have to heal each other, the enormous power in the simplest of human relationships: the strength of a touch, a blessing of forgiveness, the grace of someone else taking you just as you are and finding in you an unsuspected goodness.
Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom
This morning’s 45 degrees and 93% humidity made for a rather invigorating bicycle ride to Mugs. I was then greeted by Emily and Meg and one of their Old Town mochas. Our greetings with one another always raises the awareness of our unsuspected goodness in one another. I live a blessed life!!
Spring Creek is a 12.7-mile-long tributary of the Cache La Poudre River. The Spring Creek Trail follows Spring Creek through several parks in mid Fort Collins. It is one of my favorite paths to get around this town. I take this route since I do not have to deal with any traffic. The trail passes under Prospect Road built for pedestrians and bicycles, so I only ride in traffic for 3 blocks of the 2.4 mile ride to coffee. No stoplights and only two stop signs They have constructed gates along Spring Creek to control water flow from flooding and in the past for irrigating crops. This is one of the places where they have gates that provide larger open water areas providing beauty and an environment for the water life. This morning I needed to stop and accept this image on my way to Mugs. I like to believe the geese were shouting joy for this beautiful morning and wanting my attention to stop and take it all in. And so I did! It was a beautiful morning and ride.
4 Comments
Earl
I would welcome 45-degree jacket weather. It was 68 degrees and stuffy this morning at 5:30 am when I was walking Bentley. Lovely photo; you couldn’t tell that this was taken within the city.
Monte Stevens
Actually there are a lot of scenes I will be photographing that are taken along the Spring Creek Trail that you would not know it was within the city limits. Sometimes standing there, the only clue I’m in the city limits is the hum of traffic, train whistle, or a siren.
Jeff
That is a beautiful photograph, Monte. It’s apparent the lens of your eye shares a good relationship with the lens of your camera!
Monte Stevens
Thanks, Jeff. I would like to think I’ve developed a “photographer’s eye.”