but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words, and it is beyond speech, and it is beyond concept.
Another of my Seescapes of the pond...this time four loons painted an interesting white line through the reflection. I have never seen loons on this pond...heard them many times...but they normally prefer to inhabit the adjacent larger pond. I suppose I should have had a telephoto lens but then I would have missed the scope of this scene; its abstract quality as the loons serenely etched the composition. If I ever get these seescapes printed, I'll do them as large as possible. I love the exaggerated long format, something that doesn't translate very well in this blog format I'm afraid. (If you click on the image, it will open a larger view of it.)
I found this Thomas Merton quote recently and it seemed so appropriate to my experience at the pond. It is truly a communion of souls...the landscape and me. And to think this has been less than a mile down the road all these years! Communion is a shared experience; a holding hands with the landscape so to speak. It is just another way to welcome the landscape into one's self in a meaningful way.
In November I am forced into my flame orange jacket and hat to keep from being shot at. It is deer hunting season and not the best time to sit quietly by the pond. But I will continue to visit the pond, to commune with it as Merton suggests. It is too wonderful a time of year not to. Let's hope the hunters are paying attention too!