| "THE PEACE OF WILD
THINGS" by Wendell Berry When despair grows in me... I go ... 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 for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. |
 The photo is taken from the aft deck of
our boat, Cheers, moored on the Occoquan River off the Potomac just south of
Washington, DC. The poem is a beautiful match to the photo |
| The Heron Contemplates the Beginning of Fall on the Occoquan September 21, 1999 by James A. Ball |