I share your reverence, Bill. It's humbling to be allowed a to share a holy moment of co-existence with these shy, beautiful creatures. I feel not so much like I am seeing them, but rather that they are allowing themselves to be seen. Could it be that kind, human attention-- which is love-- soothes and even sometimes creates a sort of mutual admiration? I can't say, but it does feel this way to me. I never get tired of observing nature. It's the ultimate Gift from a loving Creator. Your words and photos are also a gift. Thank you!
I share your reverence, Bill. It's humbling to be allowed a to share a holy moment of co-existence with these shy, beautiful creatures. I feel not so much like I am seeing them, but rather that they are allowing themselves to be seen. Could it be that kind, human attention-- which is love-- soothes and even sometimes creates a sort of mutual admiration? I can't say, but it does feel this way to me. I never get tired of observing nature. It's the ultimate Gift from a loving Creator. Your words and photos are also a gift. Thank you!
Beautiful essay Bill. I love that Wendall Berry poem. I felt like I was looking into those bird’s eyes, and I needed that.
300 pounds of berries is 10 full lugs that I use when we harvest aronia berries! Unimaginable!
Reading this brought me absolute joy. Thank you.
Such beautiful writing and photos.