There are some beautiful perks to living on a stretch of river that ensures many intimate encounters with wildlife. In the five years we've been here, I've watched the geese fly back and forth in front of my windows and I make it a point to never take that for granted. In about a month, they will bring their babies to our shoreline and for months after that, I will watch them grow until they are ready to fly away again. Ahhh, the rhythm.
This year, we've had another real treat and it is one I have not seen on this stretch of the river in all our years here. We've got a pair of nesting bald eagles and a juvenile who have made our narrow stretch of river their hunting and playing grounds. Every morning for about two weeks now, they've come like clockwork between the hours of 8 and 10am and sometimes again, around four in the afternoon. It is a sight I never grow tired of. It's been tough to get a clear shot, as they prefer the other side of the river from me, since the homes there are summer camps and are mostly unoccupied at this time of year. They are so majestic, and I am really grateful for their visits and for the chance to document it from such a close perspective. I'll keep trying, as long as they keep coming.
I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one.
In the brotherhood of creatures, through the Father, through the Son.
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold.
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone: you are never alone.
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens. It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
It lives within a star too far to dream of. It lives within each part and is the whole:
it's the fire and the wings that fly us home, fly us home, fly us home.