Project 365/295 – Golden Pond

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Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leafs a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

Alfred R. Ferguson

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Believe or not, these glorious captures were taken during the brightness of the midday sun. The glorious reflections caught my eye at Kinder Farm Park, so I quickly stopped to capture the moment.

Passing back out of the park about a half an hour later, the green algae had retaken the pond, and the reflections gone. Reminding me, that if you see something that is worthy of photographing, don’t hesitate. Capture it while you can.

For an adorable moment, I was walking along the trail and nearly stepped on this little green darling. Glad I didn’t squish the guy.

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30 thoughts on “Project 365/295 – Golden Pond

  1. Reblogged this on Conversations With a Cowboy and commented:
    This poem always stops me in my tracks, reminding me of how quickly time passes us by, of how fragile life can be, of a beautiful childhood and .. of C. Thomas Howell.

    ……………….

    When I was just a kid, there was a pretty core group of us, that hung out. And for the most part, it was a group of boys. I was never much of one to play with dolls, worry about getting dirty, I never cared to paint my nails, go to the mall, watch tv or gossip about what may or may not be going on with any of our other friends. In no way do I mean to stereotype here or be critical of others activities. At all. But it seemed when I had the opportunity to get together with friends that were girls, these were many of the options. I wasn’t interested. Neither was my best friend, Amy who lived just a few doors up the street.

    I wanted to run through the woods, build forts, listen to heavy metal, play football, compete, prove to them I could be just as much one of the guys, at that age, as any of them. Which, in hindsight, I’m wondering if it didn’t drive my parents crazy. And Amy, hers. We have laughed a lot about it since.

    At that time, I also felt like I could be one of the Outsiders. I had crazy dreams, like many of us do when we’re kids, of meeting and falling in love with one of the films stars, C. Thomas Howell. I did, I admit it. Don’t we all have one of those crushes when we’re a kid? I digress ..

    Our group would get together and watch the movie often. I believe when all was said and done, we .. or at least I, had seen it dozens of times. It would rile us up in that small town we grew up in, and we’d run around like somehow we had the same angst happening in our own community. I had the lines nearly memorized. But nothing has stayed with me more than this poem. Nothing Gold Can Stay. Every time I see it, it takes me back. Reminds me of a much simpler time in my life and so many friends I’ve lost touch with but that will always hold an incredibly sweet place in my heart and soul. Who embraced me at one of the most awkward and challenging stages in my life when I was often made to feel like an outsider, because I didn’t fit the typical little girl mold. Of fall. Of the leaves turning. Of the home I used to live in and the big woods out back – that are full of memories – but that I now only get to drive by and wonder what sort of life the family that lives there now, has. Of how quickly the seasons of life pass us by ..

  2. Thanks for posting these for me. I know you know these are my favs … the mirror shots. 😉 Most likely your Lil green guy is a Lil green gal. The praying mantis females are much larger than the males. Makes it easier to rip off their heads after sex… =-O

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