“We’re leaving a mark on your platform wherever we go; because that’s exactly what you did to our ocean.”
I imagine that’s what nature would say to us as Man leaves footprints in all forms – sometimes tentative, other times so permanent that damage is caused – across the world.
A wisp of grass. A wisp of smoke. A wisp of imagination. A wisp of a smile.
Fleeting, elusive, frail.
Like chasing happiness, merely a will-o’-the-wisp.
Why did we become connected? What determined where we grew roots, how we reached out, and with whom we acquainted ourselves with?
Was this all just part of nature’s plan?
Spotted scarf around the neck, with manicured feet and a polished beak.
A head-turner, definitely.
“But Man, will you please, just leave me alone?
Don’t push me over the edge.”
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I was on a walk when I started following this spotted dove for a short distance. It suddenly occurred to me that I was being an annoyance, pestering the bird. I took a picture and left it alone. As it happened, when I returned to the computer, I saw a timely post at Le Drake Noir, here. Seems like we’ve all been guessing what animals are thinking!
Brand new book that arrived in the mailbox got me thinking once again about exploring certain countries and fulfilling the dreams of writing/filming/photographing everything encountered along the way.
rustic recluse 