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.