Wednesday, August 22, 2012

“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.
How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the
moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood
is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores
over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. “
                                      Vita Sackville-West
I have often posted photos of the pond by my office but
until last week it had never occurred to me to take the dogs
there, so this weekend the whole family sans Max the cat were
off. It proved to be quite a nice spot for a walk with critters to
see, benches to rest on, lots of smells and even a puppy to meet.
So here it is Sunday in the park.
The insect catching Waxwings that nest on the small island
and spend the day feeding over the pond.

Clouded Sulphur Butterfly?
“To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means
to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are
separate from.”


Roy said...

The images of the butterfly are really very artistic Guy. Thanks for posting them.

Guy said...

Hi Roy

Thanks for your comments.

All the best.

Julie G. said...

Thank you for taking us along on your visit to the pond. Lovely images! You share beauty in the most wonderful way.

Guy said...

Hi Julie

Thank you that was a lovely thing to say I am glad you enjoyed the post.