when i decided earlier this week
that i wasn't a painter
painted a picture for me
"here, this is for you"
"will you photograph it and share it with the world"
with it being god and everything
i did as he asked
everything in my world made sense again
to renew anything not feeling right in my life
i walk the pond
this heron called to me monday afternoon
as i walked by him a second time
i walked as close to the edge as i could
sat down in the dried pond reeds leftover from last year
as i got comfortable
right in front of me
i know for fact
that for a full minute i stopped breathing
my sweet hubby waiting on the trail behind me
"holy crap, did you get that"
i wanted to share this last photo to show you again how this pond truly is in the middle of town
the yellow truck
the orange fish in the heron's mouth
let's just call it