In my new fascination with my burgeoning photoshop project (I am mulling an actual name), I am curious about the images that I choose.
The latest image is from someone who, at this point I know only as “katmystiry.” I have emailed “katmystiry,” and maybe I will know more about whoever this might be, but at the moment it is just an anonymous username and a “mystery.”
The image that I photoshoped away at is of a robin nesting.
The first thing that comes to mind is part of a poem that my wonderful son wrote way back in May of 2006, which I keep over my desk.
“i look under my bed
and see hundreds of feathers
i am content in my mother’s nest”
When I asked my son how he came about this incredibly moving for moi poetic tidbit, he told me, in college at the time, that he had a feather pillow that leaked, and literally there were hundreds of feathers when he looked under his bead.
And this year, lo 6 year later, my son got married. And as I marvel at these lovely newlyweds, I think about them “nesting,” and am glad that my son is now so content in his newly married nest.
And then there is the empty-nest thing.
And then I wonder what a “back-story” could be on this photoshoped robin sitting on her photoshop nest. I remember being a new mom, feeding my son in the very early hours of the morning, wondering if there were other moms out there like me, sitting alone with their child in the dark. And to me, this robin reminds me of those nights so many years and decades long ago.