Susan Carol Hauser

Peeping the Land: A Survey

In Peeping the Land on June 22, 2014 at 10:31 pm

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Peeping the Land
The Bog/Wetland

June 22, 2014

Today I went down to the bog. There used to be paths, when all summer I searched for wildflowers on the hillside, but those small roads are dwindled now to a line barely stitched into the ground, enough for deer, inadequate for a human. I struck out on my own, wending here and there, taking the path of least resistance down to the margin of the hill’s steady ground where it meets the swampy edge of the bog. I stepped out onto the matted grasses of last year’s growth. The water lapped into my sandals. It was warm and felt soft somehow. I set up my tripod, for I had a purpose: to take photographs of the hillside. But it was the long view of the bog that captured me. The grasses muttered lightly around me, and I breathed in their greeny scent. I looked north, toward the lake, a mere line of blue between the grasses and the dark green of the woods on the far side and the blue-white clouds in the sky above the woods and above that a sky so blue that I slipped a notch in my head and wondered if it was real, if any of this was real, the green green of the bog and the trees, and the white white of the top edge of that one cloud, scalloped against the unfathomable depth of the cerulean sky. Has it been like this every day since I was last here, I wondered? Where have I been?

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