Last Sunday, the day dawned misty, cool, and foggy. I went for a walk with my dog in Fountainebleau State Park, on the outskirts of Mandeville, Louisiana. We almost were completely alone in the shroud of fog and mist on the edge of Lake Pontchartrain. In the mist, we discovered several groupings of does, most near the sugar mill ruins of the great plantation that once sat on these lands.
I saw more deer nearer the lake, but I only had a camera phone, not a camera with a scope lens. Besides I had a large German shepherd on a leash, so I decided against walking closer for more shots. These two will have to suffice.
This tree’s wonderment cannot be captured by any lens, I am convinced. At least I cannot capture its essence. It’s beauty in its tortured, hurricane driven stance is impossible to see without pausing in wonder.
Maybe the Anglican hymn popularized in the All Things Bright And Beautiful series of James Herriot books captures the spirit of this majestic place better than most words.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all
He gave us eyes to see them, and lips that we might tell, how great is God Almighty, who has made all things well.
Sundays in My City is sponsored by Unknown Mami.