When I take the long version of my walk around the block, I go by a spot in the road where birds like to cross. Today it was a wild turkey; no two; no three. By the time I focused my camera for a close-up, I had spotted three of them in the woods, camouflaged and soundless as they grazed the underbrush. This was holy silence, telling me, all is well.
As I tried to capture the turkeys on camera, I heard birds, saw the wind on the sunlit leaves and smelled a harbinger of fall--an alive, dynamic offering of silence, solitude and simplicity, Then, far off, an ambulance siren, another sign that life was happening.
As I tried to capture the turkeys on camera, I heard birds, saw the wind on the sunlit leaves and smelled a harbinger of fall--an alive, dynamic offering of silence, solitude and simplicity, Then, far off, an ambulance siren, another sign that life was happening.