November 1, 2011
May 4, 2011
New family in the neighborhood.
The light was all wrong for this photo but somehow it is still haunting me at the moment. Perhaps it’s just the water.
March 20, 2011
“Where the wild goose goes…”
Several days ago, as the clouds filtered the last rays of the sun just before it hid behind the mountains, this pair of Canadian Geese shot past me headed down river. The light was bad and the geese were flying very fast and low over the water but I chanced a photo. It’s not a very good one and I didn’t post it then, yet it stayed on my mind.
Perhaps because it has been a late spring and the winter was a cold and hard one, as I sensed the wild freedom of that pair of geese, they seemed to speak to me; an invitation to the wild country; and I was reminded of the lyrics of a song that has haunted me most of my life:
“My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
And I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin’ foot or a heart at rest?”
~ Lyrics from The Cry of the Wild Goose ~
April 27, 2008
Proud parents
The members of the plant world aren’t the only ones displaying new blossoms this time of year. Here are a pair of proud parents parading with their new spring “buds” too.
February 2, 2008
More Canadians
If it ever happens that I don’t get excited about watching and listening to Canadian Geese, I hope someone will begin CPR immediately!
(A cold February morning on the Clark Fork river.)
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