Honoring St. Francis
Sunday was the St. Francis of Assisi Festival day. It was a full moon too. Today’s post is in honor of this great man.
Rather than watching the sunset at the beach last night, I headed over to Celery Pond, intent on using a film camera loaned to me. I’d forgotten how active and exciting it is to use film: you become one with the action you’re trying to capture. It’s not just a matter of just pressing a button like our electronic toys.
Focusing on the reflective beauty of the wetland and bordering forests was soothing. But it was a challenge to capture the ducks and song birds sweeping into the Pond.
Countless formations of geese were calling out. Impossible to know where they were in the twilight, they’d suddenly appear, arcing overhead for a second, before sweeping into the Pond.
Close to 100 birds had gathered together in the Pond’s waters which are more expansive from the storms. Songs cut through the cool crisp air, sounding as if each one was having fun. It was a big pow-wow.
The finale came when looking up, a dome of translucent blue sky was shot through with shafts of magenta light. I breathed in the clean air and light of Celery Pond’s embracing ecosystem - a remarkable testament of the wonder of life.
