Spring’s Paradise #2

“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.” – Virgil Kraft.

While everybody is talking about Coachella and fun it is to be there, I am having a good time with enjoying what God has created for us. My sister is so good to me! She knows how much I love when she takes pictures of things she goes with her friends at her school. Today, while I went to my nana’s and worked, well in of fairness, we both worked our butts off! We’re slowly running out of things to clean and organize. We have a few more things to do until we can finally say that, but by then something will have to be cleaned again. It’s a never-ending cycle but it’s not really a bad thing! It awakens my cleaning genie inside. It also works my body so like most people go to the gym, I just go to my nana’s and clean different areas of her house and try not to fall out of my wheelchair in the process. Today was a beautiful day regardless of the fact I didn’t get to go outside and visit with the cats, but the temperature was in the mid-70’s and it was the perfect spring, but almost summer weather.

I’ve spending the last probably thirty minutes talking to my sister, Blondie. She is the one who got to enjoy the beautiful spring day. Where she was, it was 77 degrees. She and her friends found this little park and they went exploring! Based on these pictures, it looks like a woods that was affected by the heavy rains we had earlier this week and last week. Nevertheless, the pictures she got are absolutely beautiful! Especially the one I’ve decided to start us off with, the pretty bird, just chilling and if the picture wasn’t so large you’d probably never know that there was even a bird there. He blends in with the background so well, that when I was editing the picture I didn’t want so much that it was take away the look of the picture as a whole, but the bird is in the center of the picture and needs to be recognized. Blondie was lucky to get such a good picture of it there.

It’s been a while since I’ve been out just walking in the woods. Actually, I kind of remembered doing it once and freaking out because of all the bugs that came around me. At that time, I was in Girl Scouts and we took a nature walk and we didn’t have a way for me to bring my electric wheelchair along with us, so we kind of improvised and was using a stroller. I think we used that from the time I was like five or six until I was 11 years old. After I had my surgeries, doing anything fun that involved speed wasn’t very ideal and luckily I agreed! Now that it’s spring and years since then, the bugs haven’t come out in full swing! I’ve seen a few flies here and there, but not a lot! In the summer, it’s kind of funny to have one fly around our faces and our dog ChiChi going insane with trying to catch it with her mouth. Not to get too disgusting here, but yes she has ate them in the past! Anyways, just looking at this picture I am thinking in my head, I would never be able to get my wheelchair through that part of the woods with all of the tree limbs down.

I like the mess of the woods. I don’t exactly know why I do, but it’s a beautiful mess! It’s so untamed and calm, until a tree branch breaks because of the imagine weight that plopped on top of it. That’s one of the things that I don’t exactly like about woods. If there wasn’t very many tees around you would be able to kind of see what’s out there and those noises would be less freaky! At least in my head, they would be! I like this little pond and the bright green speck of grass nearby while the rest of the grass is brownish. Speaking of that, when my dad was taking me over to my nana’s I saw this house that has this big Christmas like tree in the middle of their yard. It’s full and large but the ground was just yellow. Not specks of green anywhere in this yard. It looked like somebody had spilled a few buckets of yellow paint on the grass. It was so weird and neat at the same time! When we got up to the house, my dad groaned about the fact he needs to mow because quote, “the yard looks horrible.” They have a bunch of wild onions growing in the front and back yard. I think it looks fine. I mean, the grass doesn’t look that bad. It’s certainly not yellow or brown. The onions are what bug him the most honestly.

I love this picture. I think the tree looks very interesting, but then again I find almost everything I come into contact with interesting anymore. Something about this time makes me think of the Mad Hatter from the Alice In Wonderland movie. The one with Johnny Depp. His hair was crazy and everywhere. I kind of feel like it was having a bad hair day, even though it’s bald. As you can see none of these trees have leaves on them yet. There are a lot of trees in town that still don’t have leaves yet. One of my nana’s bushes in the “side” yard has very small leaves. I noticed them when my dad was pushing me up the ramp to go inside the house. On Friday, when I posted those other pictures of my neighborhood, the picture of the tree branches everywhere. What I was really trying to get was all three of them and hopefully get a clear look at the middle one, because it has small leaves growing on it but the other two don’t. I just noticed that in this picture, in the background there are a couple of trees there that have bloomed early this year. They’re early birds!

I feel very lucky to feel at ease with the nature and the new season. I have always loved looking outside my windows during long car rides and just sit and wonder about what’s out there. I love looking at pictures of woods and wondering about how old the trees really are and just feel the calmness of the area as a whole. Maybe my body and mind is embraced part of my Native American heritage as I get older. I’m certainly feeling something that’s for sure! It’s kind of like when an artist or somebody viewing an artist’s artwork. Others can look at it and see nothing special about it and think it’s weird. People like me, who are artists, we tend to see things in different ways. We create things in different ways as well. Looking at a photo of something like a tree or drawing anything with full structure is complicated to explain about how you can see it. We as artists also have a difficult time accepting beauty of our artwork. I’m sure photographers have the same problem as if we look at a picture and say to ourselves, “well, it’s good, but is it enough? Will people understand it?” When I do my artwork I constantly ask myself these questions. By the time you’ve finished with your product that thought is still there, but sometimes your mind says to you, “why do you care about what others think of it?” It’s all about the perspective of the finished product. Everybody has their own idea. It’s a good thing when others don’t exactly get what you’re doing. It usually just want to see more. That’s why I constantly look out my window and look at the trees passing by. I want more.