Scene and Story

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Afternoon Flashback

"Only by going alone in silence, can one truly 
get into the heart of the wilderness.
All other travel is mere dust and hotels
and baggage and chatter."
John Muir

There's always more to every picture, and I still hold dear everything about this afternoon in Cannon Falls. Of course it's my own private baggage that I carry through life and it defines special moments, between letting it sit idle or bringing things out.  Imagine, an afternoon in our own space in time, that's only ours. For me, nature has a way of putting pause to my baggage and simply allows the moment to take lead. 

Here's what you can't see in these photos.


Far away, a hawk turned its head,
distracted by a rusty, hinge cry from something wild,
while a flock of migratory birds flapped towards the horizon.
Nearby street noise and church bells announced their existence.
A father and his two boys laughing,
 tossing bread crumbs to ducks.
Splashes! Sweet little ducklings stumbled over one another
in search of food or another hapless insect.
You'll never know by this photo, but off in the distance the twitter of other birds could be heard.
Graceful trumpeter swans, white, grey, wild, long necked, soft feathered beauty upon the water, 
all feathered friends rejoicing with each new breath.

Thanks for stopping in!

Enjoy your own afternoon!