Nested in a giant tree on Little Goose Creek in Sheridan, Wyoming, we found these amazing Great Blue Herons, complete with chicks. I was using a X30 optical zoom and still some of the cropped ones are fuzzy. I’ll try to get back there before I leave, but with no tripod, I probably won’t get any better results. Still figuring out my new camera.
The Peace Of Wild Things – Poem by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.