This is one of my favorite places on the path around White Rock Lake. The path goes through some trees and then turns right to an open area that overlooks the entire lake. It is close to the Bath House.
Here, for those who insist on the truth, is the original photo. But do you really want the truth? The picture below is NOT what I truly experience when I am on this section of the path. Because of the magnificent way God designed us, we take in a scene with stereoscopic vision (try closing an eye and looking into branches to appreciate what this means). We hear and smell, look around, and the brain combines everything into an image that greatly surpasses what can be captured in a still image… no matter how good the camera! So, I must edit photos to convey what I EXPERIENCED, not merely what the camera captured in a thoughtless moment of time.
Another day, better light. I shot and posted this picture two days ago (see image below), but wasn’t satisfied with the results. This is better, although I couldn’t have told you why when I first saw it. Frankly, I wasn’t even aware of the reflection of the bridge…. I just knew the light seemed better to me somehow.
Last year, I wrote this Strange, Belated “Happy Birthday” to My Sister, Cindy DeBoer”:
Walking at the lake today, I encountered a young family. The mom was picking what looked like wild green tomatoes from the weeds by the path. I stopped to admire the pile of fruit. The husband came over. Short and shirtless, he had the sort of build that told me “this man fears few things.” I asked, “Do you eat these?” Smiling, he answered, “Yes, we eat these in our country.” “What is your country?” “Nepal.” “Oh, so you lived at high elevation?” “Yes, we have the tallest mountain in the world.” “You cook these before eating them, right?” (I recognized them as some form of nightshade). “Yes.” “Well, God bless you.” I resumed my walk and sighed, “God, let me meet them again in Heaven.” Later, it occurred to me that if I do meet them in Heaven, they’ll probably say, “You’re Cindy DeBoer’s little brother, aren’t you!” By then, she’ll be known Heaven-wide as the one who loved strangers well, and did more than ask rudimentary questions. She’s my big sister, and I still have a lot to learn from her.
Bumblebee gathering nectar from Passion Flower gets his back dusted with pollen from down-facing anthers. I wonder how the pollen then gets transferred to the towering stigma?
I found the “anther” on another site: the stigma-bearing styles bend down at some point and receive pollen that was previously deposited on bee’s backs by the anthers. Here’s an excellent website on the subject: http://www.microscopy-uk.org.uk/mag/indexmag.html
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Photo taken at: White Rock Lake Bike & Hiking Trail
AKA painful after-church entertainment for me and my cousins in the 1970s. The small church we attended had a vacant field by the parking lot. It was full of these pesky things. We’d pick them and then chase each other and throw them at each other. OUCH!