Yesterday I got up and drove to Noerenberg Memorial Gardens with my camera early in the morning.

What a glorious day!

I thought I might find a few peonies still in bloom in the gardens, but with the two weeks of hot hot weather preceding this week, no peony flowers remained. Still, it was one of those picture perfect summer mornings I dream about.The sun was shining, humidity was low, temperatures were mild, and there was a slight breeze.

As I stood in the garden gazebo overlooking Lake Minnetonka I saw fishing boats, speed boats, water skiers, and jet skies whizzing here and there on the lake. Even at a little after 8 AM the water skiers were already in the water.

I saw a couple sitting together lovingly on a bench over-looking the lake. And though the garden had lost it’s first blush of blossoms, there were flowers here and there and beautiful lush grasses and ferns.

Along the shore I saw a mama duck and three tiny ducklings. So I stood and watched them, photographing them again and again as they meandered near the shore feeding and swimming. I wished that I had brought my 100-400 mm telephoto lens along though I enjoyed photographing them with my work-horse 24-105 mm lens.

First sighting of mama duck and ducklings

At the Lake

After a slow meandering walk by the lake I sat on an inviting bench that was shaded by pine trees. In the shelter of the trees I soaked in the beauty of the day, activity on the lake, and sights and sounds of nature all around me. The perfection of everything reminded me of Mary Oliver’s poem, At the Lake.

At the Lake
A fish leaps
like a black pin —
then — when the starlight
strikes its side —
like a silver pin.
In an instant
the fish’s spine
alters the fierce line of rising
and it curls a little —
the head, like scalloped tin,
plunges back,
and it’s gone.
This is, I think,
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full
of the passion to keep moving.
Inside every mind
there’s a hermit’s cave
full of light,
full of snow,
full of concentration.
I’ve knelt there,
and so have you,
hanging on
to what you love,
to what is lovely.
The lake’s
shining sheets
don’t make a ripple now,
and the stars
are going off to their blue sleep,
but the words are in place —
and the fish leaps, and leaps again
from the black plush of the poem,
that breathless space.
— Mary Oliver
I especially love the line in the poem that goes, “This is, I think, what holiness is: the natural world, where every moment is full of the passion to keep moving.”
Instead of watching fish jumping I watched ducks swim and swallows dart and skim to and fro over the surface of the lake. There were two swallow nest boxes by the lake in front of the bench I sat on. So I got to watch the swallow parents swoop and soar, then triumphantly bring insects back to their babies in the nest. If you look closely at the photograph below you can see a winged insect in the adult swallow’s mouth and two wide open begging baby swallows’ beaks at the entrance to the nest box.
It was a perfect gentle quiet beginning to my day.
And lest I forget, today I’m wishing a Happy Father’s Day to all the great dads out there, including my own sweet Jon who taught me so much about parenting with unconditional love.
If you get the chance today, spend some time out in nature.
May you walk in beauty.

 


Marilyn

Photographer sharing beauty, grace & joy in photographs and blog posts. I live in the Twin Cites in Minnesota, the land of lakes, trees, and wonderful nature.

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