Pavement Rainbow

The oily sheen on the roadway, some lighting misting rain, and the light filtered through cloudy skies created a colorful pavement rainbow as I walked by Schiller Park recently.

It’s amazing how many pretty things you can find in the world if you just take a moment and let yourself really notice them.

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Dreamcatcher Morning

When you have a special, private place that you especially enjoy, it’s a wonderful thing. For me, one of those special places is our snug, screened-in back porch on a weekend morning. It’s a great place to sit and drink coffee and chat, with the sounds of the neighborhood in the background.

Some years ago we got a dreamcatcher in connection with our nephew’s wedding, and we hung it from the back porch ceiling, close by the screen. It’s one of the things that makes the back porch special. On breezy days it twists lazily to and fro, and on absolutely calm days — like today — it’s delicate construction is framed against the blue sky outside, and you can admire its spidery beauty.

Traditionally, Native Americans hung dreamcatchers over special places, like cradles, as a form of protection against evil spirits. It’s a good thing to have in your own special place. In fact, these days, who couldn’t use a dreamcatcher?

A Quiet, Peaceful Place

Yesterday we took a hike around Lily’s Pond. In the summer it is a popular swimming spot, but yesterday, with the season over, not a soul was around. It was totally silent, and there wasn’t even a breath of wind — leaving the water unruffled and as reflective as a looking glass.

They say everyone needs to have a peaceful, happy place to think of when they need to escape the hurly-burly rush of modern life. When I need to mentally visit that quiet place, I’ll be thinking of Lily’s Pond, just as it was yesterday.

Late September Sunrise

It’s officially autumn. The leaves are just starting to turn on Deer Isle, we’re getting a heavy dose of morning dew, and there’s a definite chill in the air. But because we haven’t yet had the “fall back” time change, our sunrises are coming later and later, making it easier to sleep in a bit.

It’s always a treat when the sun first peeks over the rim of the world and lights up the harbor, but it’s even more enjoyable when the show starts at 6:45 rather than 5 a.m.

Atop Table Rock

Boise is surrounded by mountains. Some are seen in the far distance; others are right next door. One of the nearby outcroppings is a huge, flat-topped butte called Table Rock that is a popular destination for hikers and tourists.

Table Rock is well worth a visit. It gives you a grand view of the Boise valley — that’s the city in the photo above, far below — and it reminds you that Boise gets its name from “bois,” the French word for tree. There are trees along the river, and trees have been planted all over town, but otherwise Boise is surrounded by desert conditions. Look in one direction from Table Rock and you see green; look in another and it’s dusty brown as far as the eye can see.

One other thing about Table Rock — there are no fences or guard rails. If you’re up there on a blustery day, as we were, you don’t want to get too close to the edge or you might just get blown off . . . and it’s a long way down. We maintained a prudent and respectful distance from the edge.