A View Obscured (or… looking for my novel’s perfect ending)

We’re driving along – actually hubby is driving; I’m enjoying the view. I grab my camera, aim at a passing landscape, only to have a tree flash past my lens just as I click the shutter. Drat! Thankfully, digital cameras have a ‘delete’ button. No wasted photo, just a wasted opportunity.

Another time while out walking, I have something partially in view but can’t quite seem to get a clear shot of it. A little more this way? No, too many trees. How about from over there? Can’t see it for that building. Sigh. The desired scene is a-l-m-o-s-t visible, but not enough to let me capture it.

My current w.i.p. is challenging me in a similar way. I know vaguely where the story will end, but getting there… getting it right? It’s not happening. I don’t have a clear view from here to there.

This is where plotters have an advantage over pantsers. They have it all figured out before they even start. Me? I do some preliminary planning but I don’t dwell on details before jumping in. I like the adventure of letting the characters lead me. Right now the trouble is, they’ve gone off the beaten path and don’t seem inclined to help me find the way from there to the destination I have in mind.

So, in this final week of March Madness and Seekervile’s Speedbo, I’m peering through the trees, trying to figure out if there’s a logical route or if I have to get extraordinarily creative. Wish me luck!

Do you sometimes have difficulty seeing your goal, or do you know right from the start where it is and how you’re going to reach it?

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“We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal,
and then leap in the dark to our success.”

Henry David Thoreau

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“In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

Proverbs 3:6

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Hoodoos

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Shadowed sculptures make their stand

Stark and eery

Weathered columns etched from sand

Dry and barren

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Rippling pillars mark the land

The Hoodoos at Dutch Creek near Cranbrook, BC

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“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof.”

[Psalm 24:1]

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“For the Beauty of the Earth…”

During our travels this past weekend we climbed mountain passes where cooler temperatures had created autumn’s colours in all their God-given glory.

The first couple verses of Pierpoint’s hymn, “For the Beauty of the Earth” repeatedly sang themselves in my head and made my heart join in:

For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

 [Folliot S. Pierpoint]

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“O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.”
[Psalm 96:9]

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 “One generation will commend your works to another; they will tell of your mighty acts.
They will speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty,
and I will meditate on your wonderful works.”

[Psalm 145:4-5]

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Winter Metamorphosis

Long rays of late afternoon sunlight slant through snow-frosted trees behind our house. Frigid temperatures have already arrived although winter is still officially two days away.

 

There’s something about colours on a clear winter day that defies logic. Skies aren’t just blue, they’re a vivid azure. Evergreen trees change colour and become a blackened shade closer to charcoal than forest. The snow that we describe as white is anything but in its shadows and on crystalline slopes. I don’t understand why winter air has an intensity and clarity that is so different from that of any other season.

 

While I don’t know the reason I certainly admire the effect. The snow-covered mountains bordering B.C.’s Fraser Valley were spectacular in today’s chilly sunshine!