Aki trots ahead along a wet, 12 inch wide plank trail that crosses this mountain meadow. Still wearing her red waterproof wrap, she ignores the wind driven rain. I fall behind while trying to photograph ancient, twisted pines in front of tendrils of mountain clouds. As usual, capturing the most seductive view would require pointing my camera into the wind and rain but I can capture Aki trotting in the other direction.
I don’t know about the little dog but I am drawn to mountain meadows on these last days of summer. They are best during the drama of a storm when rain water glistens on plants in fall color and on sweet blue berries suspended inches from the wet meadow by tough little plants.
Feet encased in Extra Tuff boots and the rest of me in rain gear, I move away from the boardwalk and harvest the low bush blue berries. Aki wanders about then returns without her rain wrap. Snapping out of the zen like berry picking state, I search for the wrap, finding it on the boardwalk. Stuffing it my jacket pocket I lead the little dog on to a less visited portion of the meadow and fall upon a forest of miniature blue berry bushes, all bearing ripe fruit.
Forgetting about Aki’s wrap and the weather I reduce the world to this field of blues. As I pick the wind blows back my rain jacket hood. Rain soaks my hat and Aki. I don’t notice until standing up for a stretch. Shivering, Aki fixes me with a “this isn’t so much fun anymore” look. Leaving behind unharvested wealth, I head back to the car with a wet dog and several cups of berries.