But we had long ago shed our busyness. The basic measure of time, the tempo around which we arranged ourselves, the water lapping, the sky slowly changing from paper white to cobalt blue, was the tempo of boating retirees. Or maybe it was the tempo of firebrand revolutionaries on a wildcat strike against industry. Either way, we were Not Working. We had desynchronized from productive time frames. My chronic sense of being late for some appointment dissolved. I heard the clicking of the musician’s shutter and looked up to see the western grebe stretching and spreading its wings. Then the western grebe retracted its wings and went back to floating.
~ Kyo Maclear, Birds Art Life: A Year of Observation
Notes:
- Photo: Doug McSpadden with Western Grebe
- Related posts: Kyo Maclear
Gorgeous back ground colour. Really makes your subject stand out.
It is a beautiful shot. Photographer is so talented.
And today, Dave? I hope you float..
I’m floating Mimi. Floating. Thank you.
aaaaahhhhhhhhh…..
Then time stops!
OK, you did it. Now I have it. Next to Upstream and The Secret Life of Trees on my Kindle.
Good Helen. This book is wonderful. A must read.
Ah, to float … how I wish.
That’s a beautiful picture. The contrast between the grebe’s plumage and the orange background is just perfect.
So agree Sarah. Photographer captured it beautifully.
Linda!!! Fantastic!!!
Pedro
More floating, less busyness 🚣🏼
I felt a sigh of relief just seeing
Yes, so true…
This is a great quote! I remember feeling this way when I lived in the Virgin Islands for a summer. My return to America was painful.
The picture is stunning.
Thank you
Thanks Carrie. It is a great quote. Virgin Islands. Wow. Must have been a tough reentry