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Daily Archives: March 8, 2008
Oberlin Snow
Hil B was on her way to buy tickets for tonight’s Blue Scholars concert when I begged for a photo of the snow she was a tramplin’ through. Her phone sends the photo to a message service that allows web access after its been reduced in size and converted to Flash format. Kinda sucks, but it does have a film noir aspect which is why I’m posting it. Plus, it beats seagulls.
In The Presence Of Still Water
Mike,
Yesterday, Beth and I were out for a stroll around Coot Lake wetlands, and we were admiring the flocks of red-wing blackbirds, when we encountered this painting of herons with a poem by Wendell Berry.
When despair for the world 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.
Wendell Berry
–rakkity
