(Photo: mje)rising, on nothing one can see with the eyes. – Suzanne Cleary, Crude Angel The red-bellied woodpecker’s red head flashes satiny in the sunlight. Even the female cardinal’s muted shades are blended with richly colored feathers. The bluejay’s blue and white feathers are a patterned mosaic down his back. That such jewels exist without the aid of man is a marvel. They oppose the idea of routine existence. They point to wonder, something beyond the usual rhythms of life.
Awaiting Wonder
Awaiting Wonder
Awaiting Wonder
(Photo: mje)rising, on nothing one can see with the eyes. – Suzanne Cleary, Crude Angel The red-bellied woodpecker’s red head flashes satiny in the sunlight. Even the female cardinal’s muted shades are blended with richly colored feathers. The bluejay’s blue and white feathers are a patterned mosaic down his back. That such jewels exist without the aid of man is a marvel. They oppose the idea of routine existence. They point to wonder, something beyond the usual rhythms of life.