August 18, 2012 was the date of my first WordPress post. There was just one comment on it, so it’s a safe bet that almost no one reading this also saw that first post.
It was short and simple, and it established a theme I return to again and again: a particular view of the natural world. I’ve posted images on this blog of the built world too, and people and things. But the outdoors is for me the ground on which everything else depends, the field I return to, to cultivate again and again.
Here’s a reprise of that first post:
Earth holds its breath for a few days – everything is still, heavy with light and summer dreams, waiting to move forward into autumn.
A late afternoon elegy of sunlight breaks through the tree line along the Snoqualmie Valley Trail, speaking of summer’s impending dispersion into fall.
This photo was taken (but sometimes I think they’re given to me) at a preserve near Woodinville, WA. I felt uninspired – glum, even. But I forced myself into the car and went searching for a little deliverance. It came gradually: a field of flowers, a jay, a wren, a creek, leaves, seeds…and color and light.
That post was followed by 100 more. Putting together image and word, and then sending the finished product out into cyberspace, has become an important means of expression in my life. Knowledgeable people may decry the overuse of the internet and its tendency to erode human relationships, but I have been enriched by my work here and the work and thoughts of all the people who visit. New relationships spring forth out of this virtual world all the time, and yes, they may not have the thick texture of flesh and blood relationships, but they do enrich us.
So thank you for being here, whether it’s your first or 50th visit. And please permit me the indulgence of reprising some of my favorite images from posts past…
Bluebrightly will wander here and there, but the blog will always return to dwell on the gifts of the natural world, and the blogger will always be thankful for you, the reader.
All images are mine except the soldier with poppies and the Afghan boy with the helmet. Those two are courtesy of my son.