Passing through

“Why, then, do we dread the clouds which now darken our sky?  True, for a while they hide the sun, but the sun is not quenched; He will shine out again before long. Meanwhile those black clouds are filled with rain; and the blacker they are, the more likely they are to yield plentiful showers.  How can we have rain without clouds?”  ~C. H. Spurgeon

Eastern phoebe

IMG_2189_Eastern Phoebe

A little bird, within a tangled wood,
Sang sweetly to the forest solitude;
From matin hour to vesper time it sang —
Until the leafy woodland spaces rang
With such a chorus of ecstatic glee
That all the world seemed pulsing harmony …
~Robert Frost

Higher ground

Reelfoot Lake and the Mississippi River were at flood stage this past weekend.  This had some of the little critters scrambling for a dry spot on higher ground.

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Tho some may dwell where these abound,
my pray’r, my aim, is higher ground.

~Johnson Oatman, Jr.

Great Blue Heron

These heron were doing some serious fishing out on flooded farm land near the Mississippi River.  They crept along slowly … watching …  listening … and then striking with lightening speed.  Each strike was generally rewarded with a tiny silver fish.

“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.”  ~John Buchan