"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.