Blurred lines

Over and over again, I feel this nudging to get out into nature. The locations flow into my head slowly and I hear some encouragement, "I should go to Watson Lake today", "Oh, I bet the water is flowing around the back of the Peavine Trail today. I would get some great shots there." "I think the ducks are out on the Oak Creek, I should go there soon!". At first it just comes along as an easy thought crossing my mind. Then it becomes more and more persistent as nature is literally calling to me to come and play! I can hear the crunch under my feet of the gravel as I walk on the trail. The sound becomes my familiar meditative background music as I plod along knowing I will get what I came here for, that sense of blurred lines, and some really wonderful photo's. My ears feel like I have stuck the horns from a Victrola in them as every noise begins to register in my brain. I can feel myself settling in with my scenery, I am no longer feeling separate. I love this feeling. It renews me, time and time again. I absolutely know that it will and I not only count on it but I look forward to it. I feel like I either know who I am out here, or I really begin to lose myself and become part of it all. Either way, I begin to notice that I just stop thinking about it. That is usually when I begin to feel the feeling of what I call, blurred lines. It feels like I am connected to nature and that I really take into consideration that it is all just as alive as I am. Then I feel the interaction of myself with nature and the big reveal begins. I can be there for hours, effortlessly following cues to go there and to wander that way. I love it. My rewards are endless and I take them with me. What I love the most is the moment when I something just catches my eye and then I find another world in the details of my subject. The veins of a flower, or the delicate lace of a dandelion, the lights that seem to appear in the dandelion blossom as the sun shines on it just so. What a magical place to be indeed!