In the before times, I would swim laps at 5:30 am while my daughter was at swim practice. I’d get my exercise and shower in before the work day began. Then, like the rest of the world, the aquatic center closed its doors.

When swim practice tiptoed back into our lives, practice times changed to afternoons and evenings, and the aquatic center had limited capacity. I no longer swam while our daughter swam. Instead, I walked on a nearby nature trail in the evenings while the swim team swam at the pool. Then the time changed, and it was dark during practice. I no longer walked while our daughter swam.

My scenes became the inside of our house, the views out of our windows, the views out of the car windows in our small town, and the yards, trees, and hills in a two mile radius of our house where I’d walk or run on nice days. I took up drawing. I sat in different chairs at the table. I obsessed about the garden and killed more grass.

Now, the time has changed again, and days extend to 7:30pm. I can walk on the Huckleberry trail while our daughter is at practice. Now, I have another place to observe the plants, watch the sky, and look for signs of spring. There’s not a lot of color out there yet, but it will come.

My mom, blogger at Wandering Dawgs, is hosting a Lens-Artist photo challenge this week. This is my entry for her prompt, A Change of Scenery. Thanks for a fun prompt, Mom!