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From Courage to Peace to Sweet Release

Roni Delmonico

A doe quietly crosses the Seneca River on a misty morning in Baldwinsville, NY on June 21, 2014.

This morning I wandered down to the water's edge all by myself before everyone woke up.  It was about 5:30 am and it was so quiet, I could hear the whir of the hummingbird's wings as she came to drink from her favorite red flowers.  I brought a blanket with me and I snuggled into the bench, watching the mist curl over the water in tiny tornadoes, swirling and dipping, dancing with the sun as she rose up over the trees with a cheerful wave.  Another beautiful Saturday morning... in a long stretch of them.  Mother Nature sure seems to be asking forgiveness for her winter tantrums.:)  I am happy to grant it.

How do I begin to express gratitude for this place?  To live my life in a way that says thank you thoroughly enough?  Are these images doing that feeling justice?  Do my words?  All things I ponder in these early hours of the morning.  I have come to treasure this time for so many reasons.  When people are still sleeping, animals come out of hiding, they run and sing freely with abandon and they act in ways that are so much more natural than I see when they are motivated by getting out of our way.  I can hear God's voice and I can hear my own.  And occasionally, something truly magical happens.

Way off in the distance I saw something making its way across the river from bank to bank, hidden in the mist.  It was far enough away that I couldn't make out what it was, but it was moving faster than any species of duck I usually see crossing the water there so I lifted the binoculars to my eyes, mildly curious. I nearly squealed when I saw that it was a doe, silently gliding through the water, legs pumping like one of Santa's reindeer, swimming through the mist effortlessly as if she did this every day.  I held my breath until she made it to the other side, astonished at her bravery.

Amelia Earhart once said,

“Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.”

 

Sometimes peace is found in the most unlikely of places too.

Her Name Was Lola

Roni Delmonico

The Lola Annie, a Beneteau 49 Sailboat from Hudson, Ohio, traveling west on the Seneca River just past Lock 24 on the Erie Canal System in Baldwinsville, NY on June 8, 2014.

The Lola Annie, a Beneteau 49 Sailboat from Hudson, Ohio, traveling west on the Seneca River just past Lock 24 on the Erie Canal System in Baldwinsville, NY on June 8, 2014.

They come and go so quickly, and I'm grateful to have the photographs to look back on and ponder.  Because we're on a section of the Erie Canal System, we see boats not just from The United States of America, but from all over the world, which is so fascinating.  Norway, Canada, France... I often wonder about their story: what it's like where they came from and where they are going, what they've seen and how long they've been sailing... how far they have yet to go...  what it's like below deck and how it feels to be in command of one.  I'm learning a lot this summer about these boats but the most beautiful thing about it all to me.. is the simple romance of imagining their adventures.  Every one has a story. A story I can so clearly visualize.  And somehow, it seems so fitting to me that I live in a place that connects eventually... to the sea.

So long... Lola Annie...

For Better or Worse

Roni Delmonico

It's not easy to tell the difference between male and female Canadian geese.  But if I'd have to venture a guess... I'd say the female is the one in back. Sometimes you just gotta laugh.

They mate for life like swans do.... I think that's so cool.  If you listen carefully, the female will make a "hink" sound along with her honk and if you look closely, her neck is likely a touch more slender.  The male is usually about ten percent heavier than the female, but their size difference is negligible.  They have the same markings, and unlike other wild birds, the male does not have more colorful plumage than the female.  These two have seven little goslings and I call them the Seven Dwarfs.:)  I wonder where they are hiding...

I took this shot just a fraction of a second too soon and missed catching her tail and a bit of her right wing in the frame.  But it made me smile anyway.  He seems like he's resolutely flying faster and she's nagging him good about something.  But in truth, she was by his side nearly neck and neck all the way down the river and I just happened to catch them when he pulled out ahead.  Ah, the magic of time and perspective, hmm?  It's all in the way we see things and the timing in which we see them.  For better or worse.;-)