I've been thinking about my role as a Park Ranger lately. I would like a change of pace, but it will take time to make that happen. In the meantime, although I am surrounded by history in a big city, I am drawn to signs of nature. It is there, I just have to look closely.
Sometimes it is quiet and still...
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Above my head in the London Plain tree sits a hawk watching cars go by. |
...while other times, nature is noisy and energetic.
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This squirrel chitted at nearby birds after burying a supply of acorns.
Sometimes nature offers an unexpected surprise...
yet often provides an expected comfort during change in a rushing world.
No matter where or when, signs of nature help me regain my focus
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