To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter ... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring--- these are some of the rewards of the simple life.
- John Burroughs
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Welcome to "Good Planets are Hard to Find", February 17th edition!
Today's theme; the third of our 4 ancient "elements", air, what Shakespeare called, "this most excellent canopy, ... this brave o'er hanging firmament..." (Hamlet) That most essential of all the amenities of this nurturing earth.
It has been hard to find photos of "air", hasn't it? Of course, since the stuff is invisible and we can't photograph its touch, its smell, its power. The way it fills our lungs and ruffles our hair. The rustling of the grasses, the rattle of dry leaves, the howl of a storm. The games it plays.
Oh, but we have an albumfull, in spite of that! Just look:
To start us off right, Bev Wigney, at Burning Silo, sends us a dawn photo of Tule Lake (N. California).
|Skylar gives us a mistier view, a foggy afternoon south of Big Sur, CA along the Pacific Coast Highway.|
|From Bev, again, an old white house in central Oregon under a blue and white sky.|
|But it's not all quiet, empty skies; they're full of singing, screeching, honking life. Here is a flock of shorebirds (sandpipers?) racing over the water on a windy day. Off the Ladner Dikes, Delta, BC|
|Starlings. Some people call them a pest. TheFatLadySings says they're "Pretty cool".|
|Mary Ferracci, at Mary's View, "saw a Cooper’s Hawk overlooking my North Carolina back yard feeder."|
|And a photo C. Corax calls "impressionistic". A crow in full flight, wings a blur.|
|Liza Lee Miller, at Egret's Nest sent a photo of "Honkers" flying over New Melones Reservoir, California.|
|Skylar sends an unusual photo; a seagull in flight, from above, looking for breadcrumbs. On the central Oregon shore.|
|A juvenile Peregrine Falcon, wings spread in the air, sent by Robin, at DharmaBums|
And here's what we do with the air, especially when it's in motion:
|Flags in Bermuda, near one of the old forts, sent by Donna Wenger, at KGMom Mumblings.|
|Kites fly over Oregon's Pacific coast on July 4th. Skylar, again.|
|On Boundary Bay, last summer, swimmers and waders. And kite flyers, always. This one was unusual.|
|Hard at work: aermotor windmill in front of a windfarm in central Oregon. Sent by Bev, at Burning Silo.|
There is no air on the moon. Not enough to count, anyhow. But the air around us modifies how we see it. Here are a couple of samples.
|A yellow moon...|
|... and a pink one. The Fat Lady Sings says, "That pink color is unusual - especially for winter. I've seen pink moons during hot, summer weather; but this was quite different."|
And with the photos, two separate contributors sent along this well-known poem.
WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND ?
by CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing thro'
That's it for tonight, folks! And a Big Thank You! to all who took the time to sort through and send along these marvellous photos.Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Next week, the theme is the fourth element of the ancients, "Fire". And people are already sending in amazing photos. I look forward to seeing what else my e-mail brings me; you can send them to me at susannah at dccnet dot com, or through the carnival widget on the sidebar.
P.S. One more quote; a short one.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.- Ralph Waldo Emerson