Wednesday, August 3, 2016

"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 
of 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."

from The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

I took the first three photos last year, these sawhorses 
of scrap lumber were made many years ago by my
 late father-in-law and they acted not only as a perch for
  Phoebes and a jungle gym for chipmunks 
 but also as a reminder of John.

I always think of chipmunks as creatures of parks and camp sites, 
easily tamed, not really wild. The next three photos were taken
while canoeing last night. This inquisitive chipmunk climbed thru
a maze of branches to watch us go by. There are no house or 
cabins for a mile or more. It is both curious and wild.


WildBill said...

Really good things come in small packages, especially chipmunks. Nice photos!

Guy said...

Thank Bill

They are cute, also the reason we cannot keep snacks in the car.