Musiolarise

      One of my morning walks begins at a boat landing on a creek which leads out to the Ohio River.  The van is parked at the landing and I walk up the road away from it to a regular path near the river.   This road is usually deserted except for a few very modest homes on the river side.  The area is a mix of woodland and brush and sometimes you can  see turkeys.  Today the drive to the landing followed five of them.  I expected them to cross the road as they have done before --but no, they just ran away straight down the middle of road, toward the landing, looking quite silly! They continued down the road, the van slowly following.  I kept expecting them to veer left or right and cross the road so I delayed taking a picture, thinking they would leave the road as soon as I got my phone out.  Of course by the time I finally decided to get it out  they crossed the road into the brush, distracted by the crazy barking of the...

        Morning walks are part of my life, and today I ventured out for one along the Ohio River on a very warm and muggy overcast day.  My aging body felt  heavy, partly because I didn't get enough sleep the night before.  I absolutely did not want to be out walking; I knew it would be a purely "I did it out of duty" walk, dragging and pushing myself all the way. I could not pull myself out of my grumpy mood.       About a week ago I was on a walk in similar conditions and was quickly uplifted by a series of Indigo Bunting appearances.  These birds are my favorite, and I was blessed with some photos of two--  a miracle because it's rare to see them close enough to photograph with my phone.  Those birds pulled me right out of the weather doldrums  into a happy mood.  But I had no such experience this morning.       I finally felt relief when I saw our van.  Oh, just to sit!  For some...