"Take your child out on a still October night when there is little wind and find a quiet place away from traffic noises. . . Presently your ears will detect tiny wisps of sound--sharp chirps, sibilant lisps, and call notes. They are the voices of bird migrants, apparently keeping in touch by their calls with others of their kind scattered through the sky. I never hear these calls without a wave of feeling that is compounded of many emotions--a sense of lonely distances, a compassionate awareness of small lives controlled and directed by forces beyond volition or denial, a surging wonder at the sure instinct for route and directions that so far has baffled human efforts to explain it." Rachel Carson "The Sense of Wonder" "A Place Called Maine"
A Golden Cape Porpoise Sunset: Photo by Robert Dennis