Nature’s Watercolor

A cool autumn evening after a perfect Indian Summer day. The errant breeze has died, leaving a mirror finish on the marsh pond. Pastel hues of white, blue and pink flowing over the water remind me of Monet paintings. As the sun slips slowly toward the horizon, a red-winged blackbird flies over and the first cricket chirp penetrates the silence. From the grassy shoreline, an otter swims across the pond, its V-shaped ripples adding water-glass texture to nature’s watercolor. Lifting my eyes, I say a silent, “Thank you”.

autumn reflections…

the pond’s stillness split

by a wood duck

Nature’s Watercolor

A Quiet Place

Seeking a bit of quiet solitude on a hot August day, I walk along the wooden walkway winding through the Lake Martin cypress preserve. It is mid-day in the swamp and the shade, breeze, and singing cicadas easily lull me into an inner peace, making it so easy to commune with God and nature in this timeless place; only a swirl in the water (a fish or maybe an alligator), a heron’s call, or the cicadas keep me in the present. It is a lazy and relaxing afternoon…many photo opportunities too. Thank you, Lord.

a flowery scent
wafts in the summer breeze…
turtles sun on a log

(c) Al Gallia 2019
Water Hyacinth

The Dead Leaf

One of my greatest joys is wandering along trails in Louisiana’s swamps and woodlands, always with my camera and hiking stick in hand. Meandering and communing with God amidst nature’s solitude and beauty almost always brings my soul the peace, quiet and happiness it seeks. It is winter now and, after several frosts, the deciduous trees and shrubs have shed most of their leaves. A fresh north wind carries the scent of a campfire as it swirls the dry leaves. A single leaf struggles to hold fast to a cypress branch…

a dead leaf

hanging from the bare cypress…

gusting wind

Al Gallia