Monday, February 4, 2008

the peace of wild things

When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
--Wendell Berry (b.1934) Author

I found this great blue heron feeding (quite successfully) at the weir dam in front of the Elizabethton Covered Bridge. It stood perfectly still as it waited for fish, so I was able to keep the shutter open to soften the water coming over the dam. What a beautiful and graceful bird -- so peaceful and patient. It knew a little fish would flop over the wall and be pushed up against that log by the current -- no need for worry or dispair. Just watch and wait (and trust).


  1. AMAZING shot. One of your best yet.

  2. I am a new fan of your blog. I LOVE the picture, and the Wendell Berry poem to go along with it.

  3. nice bubba. you can let that deep breath out now with long shutter speed, you got it
    mike from s.c.


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