“I would venture to guess
Who wrote so many poems
Without signing them,
Was often a woman.”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Wood Duck may well be the most beautiful bird whose acquaintance I’ve made. Close to the edge of magic. From the riverbank I witnessed the rising sun engage each feather of Wood Duck individually, collectively, colors high and vibrant. Wondering if that rustle in the still brittle reeds is a mate nesting.
Equally amazing and always surprised is that every once in awhile photograph, that pleases me immensely…..this captured Wood Duck’s image is just such a photo. I am pleased to share all of my photos today, but especially Wood Duck with you.
Enjoying the Jail Trail located in Old Town Cottonwood Arizona. Visiting frequently to observe and photograph the unfolding of Spring and ending the morning back at the Trail head where the sidewalk leads quickly to latte and pastery, or lunch if we have lingered. Sidewalk cafes and restaurants abound , where locals and visitors mingle over second and third cups of coffee.
The Jail Trail: A riparian oasis of sorts, running with the Verde River, Dog walkers, birders, families, lovers, photographers, joggers, fisherman, a science class, an artists doing watercolors, or those pausing while just passing through. It’s a well loved and used area , and yes, worn in places. Welcoming to the eye and spirit is this greening up towards lush ribbon of riparian respite. Going green anyway, in this Spring of dry weather, no rain, no wildflowers, High Sonoran desert. A morning haven with birdsong, river music, and the sound of a million bees enjoying the flowering of the ancient cottonwoods. The old trees give the sense of permanence and peace to this very special place.
Earth Day- April 22- The global theme is to reduce plastic pollution.
Peace and Blessings to Each and Everyone of You.
In Response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge – Awakening