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III Perspective: Judgments

If you’ve been following along, you know where this is headed. If you’ve started here I have declared that

Perspective is everything.

Yesterday I saw some things for the first time because they were new and I saw some things for the first time because I was paying attention in a different way.

It started with this photo

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Just warming up

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Hold on. There’s more.

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Wait for it

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Close to the finish

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The last two.

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Here’s what I should do. I should go back and retake the photos so that each has a close up and a contextual portrait because all of these surround the base of the tower and pathway leading to it. Some of the etchings are eye level for me and I’m about 5’7″. Some were over my head and I held the camera up to capture them. Some were lower down.

Here’s where my thoughts (judgments) went.

Who are the self-entitled assholes who think they have the right to scar trees permanently with their names?

What is it about human beings that we feel the need to leave a “footprint”everywhere we go? Why can’t we experience a place gently and leave it untouched for others?

I wonder if these people are even still in love?

I wonder if these were people who were dating or if the person who etched the initials and heart in the trees only longed for the other person?

It must take a while to carve that into a tree’s bark so that it lasts. That’s sweet that someone would love another so much and be so romantically inclined that they took the time to do it.

I wonder if they were together on a full moon night when they did it?

I wonder if they come back every year to mark some kind of “first”? First kiss… first time he said I love you… Marry me…

I wonder if any of these people have died? Oh god that would be so sad imagine if I came across someone touching one of these hearts and they were crying and then I’d be like OH NO!!! Was that you? But I wouldn’t really ask because that would be rude but I’d be dying to know the story.

2004 … and the carving is a good foot and a bit higher than my head. Trees don’t grow super fast so let’s say that the person who carved that in the tree IN 2004 was my height or slightly taller then they were likely near or fully grown and I’m just going to make a judgment and say that youth are more likely to carve hearts and names into trees than mature adults or children as they tend to be supervised by adults who wouldn’t let them operate sharp knives. Then, it’s been almost 10 years since that person carved that in the tree. If they were 16 at the time, for sake of argument, and they’re still alive today, they’d be going on 26. 

Think of the amount of life a person lives between the ages of 16 and 26!!! Your whole world changes. I wonder if they went to post secondary school or training? I wonder if they’re a millionaire somewhere now or if they even still live in Saskatchewan. 

Blah blah blah blah blah went my brain.

Then it went back to

It’s so selfish a thing to do to the trees. These trees never asked to bear witness to puppy love or youthful indulgences.

The energy around this tower is pretty awesome. It’s been surrounded by gosh knows how many years of love and youthful optimism and wishful thinking.

Should I carve my initials and a message on one of these trees?

Nope. That would be poor judgment.

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II Perspective: Literally

I’ll say it again.

Perspective is everything, isn’t it.

Yesterday I saw some things for the first time because they were new and I saw some things for the first time because I was paying attention in a different way.

On my way home from Candle Lake, I drove north through the park on the 263 which I’ve done countless times in the last 2+ years. I realized I hadn’t climbed the Height of Land tower yet this summer so decided to stop by and do it so that I can go back now and again to see how the autumn leaves change.

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The first thing I enjoyed was the view of Shady Lake where I’ve been paddling this summer and have posted so many photos about on this blog already. Here it is from the Height of Land tower. And on all of those paddles when not another soul was in sight, I’m glad that I decided never to skinny dip because anyone with a set of binoculars up on the tower would have had a great view. HA! Yikes!

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And then I started thinking about how different the whole world looks from up high and looking down.

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And then I took a photo while walking down …

A Sunday Drive 041  Then turned and took a photo looking back up from where I’d come.

A Sunday Drive 033   And I love how the lines of the tower frame everything on the way down and nothing when you look back up although I guess the sky is as much everything as it seems like wide open blue nothing.

And half way down I realized the whole structure was alive with butterflies on the sunny beams and platforms.They were all over the place and my camera ended up on a crazy setting so it’s a bit blown out but I still think it’s a cool photo because of the shadow being cast on the sun-bleached board. Makes me think of when Batman enters a scene and the thing that tips off the Joker is the bat shadow thrown across the room.

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And to wrap it all up.

I looked up.

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And it was awesome and made me laugh too.

Just because.

And then I turned to walk back down the path to the parking lot and took this photo

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See ya there in a jiffy!

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I Perspective: New

Perspective is everything, isn’t it.

Yesterday I saw some things for the first time because they were new and I saw some things for the first time because I was paying attention in a different way.

It has occurred to me recently that I have become a bit complacent in exploring my surroundings so I packed up the dogs and made a day trip out of heading east and then north to see some different lake country. September is a gorgeous month and yet these resort lake communities are basically ghost towns because people have returned to school and work routines back in the cities.

I had an entire beach on a lovely lake basically to myself. I took each dog for a long walk and swim and waded in the water myself. I think my shoes have been off more than they’ve been on for the last three days including driving with sandy toes and wet hems and it has been strangely liberating.

I got to thinking about how people carve out a little piece of heaven for themselves just about anywhere. On the beach yesterday, I did come across an elderly woman walking alone. We stopped to chat briefly and remark at the amazing September weather we’ve been having after a less than stellar summer and then she seemed a bit choked up and said, “But it’s the saddest day of the year.”

And I said, “Oh no. You have a cottage here.”

And she replied that yes she did and she was closing it down for the year and leaving that very day. I really looked at her then. A red turtle neck in spite of the heat and long navy pants. She was well into her 80’s and while I could handle the biting wind and still be warm wading in the water, her old bones could not and then I realized why she was more than a bit emotional. For her, it could be the last summer at the lake.

I glanced around at the empty beach and imagined it in the height of July, packed with people elbow to elbow and boats and beach toys and music and then I imagined it 25, 50, 75 years ago and this woman who has probably spent all of those summers there.

I told her it was my first visit to Candle Lake and she said, “OH! You must come back! It’s the best swimming beach around.”

I think I’ve seen better honestly, but Sandy Bay beach and Candle Lake are her piece of heaven and you can’t steal that from anyone.


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