Dawn ‘Til Dusk 8/8/14

Flashback Wednesday, August 8, 2012 – My pick photo for today shows the very odd late afternoon sky with weird oranges and blues with the clouds. The light was strange, too, and I wish I had been able to get out and take some of my photos before the sun was covered as the light had a very orange cast to it. I’m thinking that there must be forest fires burning quite close to cause this.
August 8, 2012 sig
Flashback Thursday, August 8, 2013 – This is my pick photo for today and it stars a cute little squirrel visiting my backyard 🙂
August 8, 2013 sigFriday, August 8, 2014 – I was up before the sunrise and saw the pollinators out and about when it was barely light.  I then visited them mid day and again at dusk.  If you look carefully at the bottom middle of the 2nd to last photo, you’ll see a hummingbird winging away towards the waxing gibbous super moon, 2 days before it’s full.
8:8:14 waiting for bugs sig 8:8:14 dawn hummy 1 sig 8:8:14 looking back sig 8:8:14 hummy 1 sig 8:8:14 perched sig“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
~ Wendell Berry
8:8:14 little native sig 8:8:14 bee bros sig 8:8:14 ginger sig 8:8:14 rufous sig 8:8:14 in the foliage sig“The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.”
~ Wendell Berry
8:8:10 hummy moon sig“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.”
~ Wendell Berry
8:8:14 moon sigOur hearts give thanks for the Grace in the Universe!
Bright Bee Blessings and Namaste ~ Raven

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