Shadows and Light: The Scrub Gallery
Pa says a picture can hold a moment forever. I didn't understand that until I started trying to capture the scrub in photographs and sounds. The scrub changes every day different light, different critters, different feelings. But a picture holds it still, like catching a butterfly in a jar (not that I'd do that, Fodder-wing would never forgive me).
This here gallery is my collection of glimpses. Moments that meant something. Sounds that tell the story better than words can. Some are pretty. Some are lonesome. All of 'em are the scrub, the way I see it.
Click on any image to see it bigger. Listen to the sounds and videos to hear what I hear when I'm out wandering.
-Jody
🎥 FEATURED VIDEO SOUNDS OF THE SCRUB
This is what I hear when I sit in the scrub oaks. They never shut up, but I don't mind. It's like they're telling me what's happening in their world. The bold one-the one who comes close- I think that might me the same jay I fed cornbread to last year. He remembers me.
🎥 THE LONESOME SOUND
I come to the creek at dusk just to hear this. It's lonesome, but it's a good lonesome-like the scrub itself is singing about how big and old and beautiful it is.
I think about Flag when I hear this. He used to sit beside me, ears perked, listening too. Now I listen alone. But somehow the loons make it okay.