Our camp provides the perfect setting.
I like a camp with a feeling of spaciousness. Loon Lagoon Camp has that. Frequently throughout each day that Bridget and I have made this peninsula in Flaming Gorge, Utah, our home, I glance at The Rock to see its mood.
(None of the photos in this post have been edited to increase color saturation or brilliance. I rarely “improve” my photos, other than cropping. What you see is what I get from the camera.)
At our campsite we have a front-row seat for the moody drama.
Stage lights turn the bay “Caribbean green.” The Rock wears a somber face in the background as if resenting the grasses in their minor roles stealing the limelight.
The bay puts on her royal blue satin dress and plays her part with panache.
For her dark, dramatic scene, she dons diamonds.
Good plays have tension and layers of meaning. Some close in tragedy that causes us to reflect.
Others have happy endings that make us sigh. Even the moody among us have their spirits lifted.
A blog is like a play.
Lately it’s been mostly scenery on my blog and very little plot development. It isn’t that I’ve lost my sense of humor. I’ve temporarily misplaced it. It’s around here somewhere. Some days I’m gloomy and misty-eyed; other days I’m strolling a ridge with Bridget, lighthearted and full of gladness.
I’m moody like The Rock.
I don’t want to go on and on about my grief. Everybody goes through grief. Many of you reading this are suffering right now from the death of a spouse, friend, family member, or pet.
You understand.
You know when you go to the dentist and it’s time for x-rays? The person operating the x-ray machine comes over with a big shirt-front made of lead and places the heavy thing on your chest. Grief is like that, only it’s not just a shirt-front. It has sleeves and a back and hangs down to the ankles. There are even matching boots of lead and a heavy, leaden helmet!
I didn’t realize how much Spike helped me write.
He was a seemingly endless source of material off of which I could spin a blog post. Every day, sometimes several times a day, his antics would make me laugh. I could take that laughter and in words and photos pass it on to you.
Most likely there will be more days when I rely on photos to get me through a post. In time I’ll be able to produce more stories, silliness and laughter.
In the meantime . . .
The play must go on!
rvsue
NOTE: Bridget and I have moved to a neighboring campsite. We’re expecting company!
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