Dakota

Today is Halloween. I saw a white cat in a a yard full of Halloween paraphenalia. I took a picture, because, sometimes, I am so vain as to think that my pictures capture "signs from the universe", in addition to reminding me about all that beauty in reality. Photography for me is a discipline - pay attention to the beauty, stalk it, find it even on days without light. If you can't find something beautiful, find something interesting or mysterious or shocking or funny, and then you might be surprized when it pops up on the screen --sometimes it's beautiful as well. Today the swans swam over for a photo op. So I shot them coming and going, up close and far away, making three blue wakes in the orange reflections on the lake. I have to remember what swans represent. Elmer Green in The Ozwakie Book of the Dead says that swans appear to herald a transition to a higher state of awareness. Anyway, that's what I would like to think he said. So what woould a white cat on Halloween mean? This is always where I get in trouble, around the interpretations. It's a good thing I have resources to call uon. Trick and treating has started in earnest- my big grown up children the last batch, in search of costumes for a party tonight.