Question: How does one get excited about photographing mud, especially in New England, when Spring has not yet sprung?
Answer: I've immersed myself in parenting self-improvement books this Lent. As I insanely pulled on my boots, left the house, and crouched close to the barely-thawed ground, the following passage sprang to mind:
"Simply put, concupiscense is the 'longing for the mud' that remains after the waters of Baptism have washed us clean."- Dr. Gregory Popcak, Parenting with Grace
Forget my kids; this explains a lot about me.
Ah Cari, you wild woman, you.
All right then: let's get down to it.
Presenting: the mud-path which leads to our driveway. Those white specks in the upper portion of the photo are real-deal snow flakes, captured thanks to the Rebel's pre-set Sports setting. It has snowed all this morning. At the point of my descent down the front porch stairs, the large and fluffy snowflakes morphed into miniscule, barely visible bits. Go figure.
|But the rebel caught them!|
|Diamonds in the rough.|
|Its mud, not dung. ( I'm not down with that theology, anyway.)|
With apologies to Martin Luther, the dung-snow metaphor doesn't stick: our sins are forgiven. God's grace does work to perfect us (however slowly). My hankering for the mud is not the same as continually rolling in it.
Still, the above photo begs for an analogy. I'll grant it a haiku instead:
on my heart like snow in Spring;
more coffee needed.
For more March Mud Madness, click over to Clan Donaldson's Theme Thursday!