An egret on its solitary perch watches a sunrise over the tidelands...
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“Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?” ~Mary Oliver
Sharing this photo and poem in honor of Mary, one of my favorite poets; she died today. In simple, direct language she illuminated the beauty and necessity of the natural world in a strikingly powerful way. Her sense of wonder and reverence for the wild among us resonated so deeply with me. I will miss knowing she is in this world. If you don’t know her work, please, look her up. Great Egret male, preening. Florida.
Using his longest telephoto lens, Bob Schamerhorn successfully captured this intimate moment between this Great Egret parent and its offspring. ⠀
Bob's beautiful photo earned a spot on the 2018 #AudubonPhotographyAwards top 100 list.