We’re back in the land of loons . . .
. . . and mergansers . . .
. . . and new this year, a white-tailed deer . . .
Back for another visit, adorable, only slightly wild, granddaughters. ↓
All this amidst the beauty of the wild ferns . . .
The irony is I can best appreciate and photograph these wild things when I’m not at all wild, but rather when I’m completely still and quiet. If I’m frantic for a shot, the wild things startle and scatter, the children get cranky or goofy, and the photos get blurry.
Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance. ∼Morgan Freeman
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. ∼William Wordsworth
Wishing you peace and stillness like a New England stone wall.
There is greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question. ∼Thomas Merton
Be still and know that I am God. ∼Psalm 46:10
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