Texture. One of the things I love about nature is the vast array of textures we can discover if we take the time to look. My cell phone gallery holds a small treasure of my “texture pictures”.
While exploring a field with three of my grandsons, I beamed with pride as my ten year old exclaimed, “Grandma, look! Texture! Take a picture of it!” His “find” was the dry, cracked earth pictured here. Other discoveries that afternoon included a few clean bones, a rusty blade from an old plow, a variety of sticks and rocks, and some concrete and gravel cylinders they cracked into disks. Yes, they’re all now on my cell phone. The disks provided abundant entertainment as they repeatedly rolled them down a steep hill and raced them to the bottom. As I stood there on the hilltop in a jacket, shivering, they ran and laughed and bonded, wearing short-sleeved t-shirts, insisting they weren’t cold at all.
We shaved off a few minutes of fun so we could run back to my house before I took them home. I washed the pricey shoes in my kitchen sink after we scraped off the mud with sticks. Fortunately, his mom took it in stride and all was well.