Day 134: Something Beautiful—A pond is not a pond is not a pond

Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.

Monet’s pond at Giverny brought back memories of ponds past. In particular, the pond on Grandpa Van Bogaert’s farm. A pond like the one in today’s image. Simple. Not manicured. Tall grass on the sides. Grandpa’s pond had a scrub willow or two but many of my childhood ponds were surrounded by old oaks and tall, graceful willows. Flanked by croaking frogs and populated with frolicking fish. Today’s lovely landscaped ponds are beautiful, but there is something enchanting about the undesigned pond. The pond that happened.

I learned to ice skate on Grandpa’s pond. Dad swam with us there when we were small. And it was the mile away adventure destination when my brother, Ken, and I were seasoned bike riders. A little pond flowing into a big pond that flowed into a large creek. The ponds are gone now. Only slight recesses in the grassy field are left to mark their existence. A pond like that is a memory for a lifetime—and something very beautiful.

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About vbassoc

Donna Van Bogaert is a researcher and consultant in the field of cognitive styles, health communication, and organizational communication and behavior. Her business, Van Bogaert & Associates, Inc., specializes in cognitive-based coaching, management consulting, and leadership development. When the winds are blowing her way, she travels and talks about workplace potential and creative problem solving. In another life, Donna sings jazz. For a very long time, she fronted two 18-piece big bands —All That Jazz (Madison, WI) and The Gardenia Big Band (Rockford, IL). She currently resides in Cincinnati, Ohio where, in a third parallel universe, she leads a media branch of a national research institute. Mostly she has returned to painting, poetry, and plotting the next chapter of her life.
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