In the woods, sitting still, there is subtle joy in listening to the tiniest sounds. There is delight in the textures of light.
~ Joan Tollifson
(Awake in the Heartland)
We, all of us — blue-green algae, galaxies, and bear grass, philosophers and clams — will some day dissipate into vibrating motes. In the end, all of natural creation is only sound and silence moving through space and time, like music.
~ Kathleen Dean Moore
(The Pine Island Paradox: Making Connections in a Disconnected World)
Nearest I can come is Robert Frost. “But I have promises to keep,
“And miles to go before I sleep”
Oh Ron, if only I could stop by the woods on a snowy evening right now, and escape this cursed heat wave…
Lovely images. Peaceful thoughts.
Thank you, Sybil. I’m glad you enjoyed them…
Beautiful shots, Barbara!
Thank you, Tiny!
Great photos of the duck! I can almost sense its personality.
Thank you, Sheryl! I know what you mean – he seems to be tolerating my presence with some marked indifference.