“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.”

Terry Tempest Williams