Not a cloud in the sky usually sounds like the perfect summer day. Not for this photographer. Skies are much more photogenic with some nice puffies floating around. So just a blue sky, but there is a peacefulness to this scene that brought me pleasure of the moment.
Someone shared this Wendell Berry poem on Facebook which I liked, shared and want to share here as well.
The Peace of Wild Things
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.
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.
This expresses better than I am able the feeling I get when spending time in natural places. I hope that maybe, on some occasion, I am able to share that feeling with you through my photography.
Please also notice the placement of the large boulders in line with The Bubbles. They were pretty heavy. 🙂