Yes, Virginia, there is open water. Hi! Thanks for stopping by. The photo was taken this afternoon just up the road. The snow highlights the remaining ice cover, which accentuates the open water. We're getting there. I can't decide whether we're sneaking up on Spring or it's sneaking up on us. While walking Franco, the rescue dog, on the way to take this photo, we saw a pair of sand hill cranes fly by. Franco seemed unimpressed. I, on the other hand, seem to have caught crane fever from my wife. In honor of cranes and open water, today let's visit Mary Oliver's Blue Iris, Poems and Essays in which we find:
Grassy Pond, Which Really Is a Swamp
Although it was as level as anything could be
it seemed a thousand black mirrors were trying
to hold me; I imagine it was just part of a swamp's
stickiness and general entrapment, why else
would I have enjoyed so much sinking so deeply
into the mud, imagining what beautiful baskets someone could make
from the rushes, why else would a bird rise up
at just that moment white and shining, lover of swamps with feathers like floss,
looking, though long-necked and long-winged, like a basket of flowers?
Oliver: nature literate, place? Clearly. Coyote and bear as totems? Transformation of birds into baskets of flowers, enjoying sinking in mud? Yes. Flowers or egrets as totem? Works for me. Take another look at Snyder's points and see what you think of the rest of them. Thanks for listening. Come again when you can. Rants, raves and reflections (sometimes on open water) served daily here at My Minnesota.
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