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Alpine Quietude

david — Thu, 19 May 2011 15:25:37 +0000

The waves stretch to infinity and beyond in the high alpine lake–or at any rate, it certainly seems that way. The silence of the day is absolute, as well, with not a single human sound disturbing the waves as they reach for the edges of forever. Nothing save the gentle lapping of the waves upon the shore, beckoning it to follow them to everywhere, breaks the concentration of the perfect afternoon. A bird, high overhead, calls once, then falls silent, another victim of the siren call of the waves. The waves stretch ever onward and the quietude of the day continues on.

Truly, the magic of this particular lake (Lake San Cristobal near Lake City, Colorado) at this particular moment cannot be overstated. The gentle, rhythmic, waves were in no hurry to go anywhere in particular; the sun, shining so brightly and warm on this spring day, breathed hope and promise everywhere. The snow capped mountains were slowly giving up their white tops in favor of green ones, and the day… ah, the day was perfect.

The day sang out in quietness, the waves continued their march to infinity, and all was perfect.

Perfect Seed

david — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:04:51 +0000

Perfect Seed, originally uploaded by ifringe.

From a squirrel’s point of view, birds, especially birds around a bird feeder, are generous and rain food from the sky. This Abert Squirrel is no exception and today it found a most wonderful harvest under our bird feeder.

It’s the Blue Jays, I think. I am pretty sure they have signed a pact with the squirrels where the Jays scatter all of the food out of the feeder to the ground below, in return for whatever it is that squirrels can do for Jays. In any event, the Jays took care of the “empty the feeder on the ground” bit and this squirrel enjoyed their hard work.

This squirrel saw me, but decided to pay no heed whatsoever. Casually, carefully and selectively it picked through the bountiful seeds on the ground, finding exactly the one that suited it, then it turned around and decided to show me the perfect seed.

But the joke was on the squirrel, you see. For there I was, camera in hand, patiently waiting for him to turn around. “Click” went the camera. “Gone” went the squirrel. And both of us couldn’t have been happier.

The Perfect Seed, indeed.