Photo taken by contributor Hank Shaw, a writer and amateur photographer who has had several family members who have struggled with serious depression. He lost a brother to suicide in 1984.
About this photo: “I ran across a poem from Wendell Berry called ‘The Peace of Wild Things’. It says everything I could possibly say about the role of nature photography in my life:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
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
of 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.”
Find more from Hank on Instagram @guywithtie.
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Hank….nice image, gorgeous colors and exquisite feel. en theos…jasL
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like a painting. Lovely.
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Reblogged this on Rich's Rambles and commented:
There is beauty, and then there is Beauty! This is Beauty and he quotes one of my favorite poets, Wendell Berry.
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beautiful
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Thanks for the reminder of this profound poem. It illuminates your lovely photo quite well. I like that rather than describing the photo (it speaks for itself) you offer the poem.
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Thank you for your kind remarks rich and james
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Sad, misty, fragile, remote yet with unexplored strength of nature to bloom and flourish.
V S Antony
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amazing Hank ,I want to be there right now !!! away from what haunts me .
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