Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
The majesty of thunderheads are reflected in the eyes of a leopard frog.
I like this photo because it makes me ask, “What is real?” When I see the towering thunderheads reflected in this tiny creature’s eye, I wonder who sees such things with true understanding. Is it the human, who has studied the thermodynamics of thunderstorms, who knows about the water-cycle, condensation, and convection or is it the simple frog, who knows only that his moist skin seeks the rain? Does understanding mean scientific knowledge or intuition and instinct and, if human knowledge should prove the truest form of wisdom, why do we destroy the planet that gives us life? The older I get, the more certain I am that the wild creatures understand far more than we will ever be able to learn. The Children of The Wild see only what is – not what they hope, or want, or feel they deserve. They see with their eyes, their heart, and their soul – gifts we lost eons ago. Tonight I will listen to the frog-songs that dance across the rain-washed fields and I will ask them to teach me how to trust in a life source so grand I am worthy only to see its reflection in the glimmering eyes of a frog.