Kingfisher

Beautiful kingfisher.  I do not have the skill to capture the ones I see on film, but thankfully Sensitive Light does (click for orginal, larger image.) This morning I was greeted by two of these, one noisy magpie, and hundreds of waxwings.  A lightness from yesterday, when this suited my mood:

Thoreau's Journal: 13-Nov-1851    

A cold and dark afternoon, the sun being behind clouds in the west. The landscape is barren of objects, the trees being leafless, and so little light in the sky for variety. Such a day as will almost oblige a man to eat his own heart. A day in which you must hold on to life by your teeth. You can hardly ruck up any skin on Nature’s bones. The sap is down; she won’t peel. Now is the time to cut timber for yokes and ox-bows, leaving the tough bark on,—yokes for your own neck. Finding yourself yoked to Matter and to Time. Not a mosquito left. Not an insect to hum. Crickets gone into winter quarters. Friends long since gone there, and you left to walk on frozen ground, with your hands in your pockets. Ah, but is not this a time for deep inward fires?

Oh, that frozen ground, those inward fires . . .

Comments

[Cathy]

Don't worry Sharon, I'm not dropping out of sight with you.

[Anne]

That little kingfisher of happiness is a most popular linky-bird today :)

He also brought a tune to my head just now, one i'm sure you're too young to remember: (sings) There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of dover, tomorrow just you wait and see. There'll be joy and laughter, and peace ever after, tomorrow when the world is free.

Have a most enjoyayable day!

[Karen]

Kingfishers rule!

[Kate S.]

"Ah, but is not this a time for deep inward fires?"

Yes, a time for introspection. Taking stock. Refocusing eyes on the little variations against the white blanket that signal life. A black-capped chickadee, a squirrel, a vole, scratching out a living, regardless of the weather, just like the postman.