Thursday, February 12, 2009


“When despair for the world grows in me...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 or 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.”

~~ Wendell Berry


Stephanie said...

Beautiful photo.

Deb Baker said...

Love the driftwood photo, DJ!