Finches in Aspen

"The succour of the needy

Incredible scenes

I'll believe you in the future

Your life and death dreams"

~ King Crimson from "Larks' Tongues in Aspic"

A beautiful and unexpected sight turned my head around this morning: finches in the aspen tree at dawn. My sleep  was deep, with intense and seemingly meaningful dreams, the kind of dreams that do not truly fit into the parameters of "just a dream". That's me, always searching for Truth and Beauty, as if - as if that were some kind of valid pursuit in this modern world. The finches, clearly a mated couple of house finches, were a welcome sight. This winter, so far, has been sparse of birds. And if you look closely at the trees you can see clear evidence that they have the daffy idea that Spring is in the air. Afternoons in the 40's F. Overnight lows in the lowest double digits possible. 

What I am trying to say is that I saw two songbirds this morning, of a kind that I have not seen in months. Make of it what you will. It brought a smile to my heart and my face. Truth be told, my hope is that winter is not gone to spring. That is my hope. Whatever comes, I will take it in stride. That much we owe to Nature.

Afterthought. Last week I had a photo of mine displayed and shared on KOB TV from Albuquerque - a sunrise photo. I had to work at the time of the broadcast but Carol got a snapshot of the thing that shows the crux of the event:

This is one day that I truly feel palpable trepidation at going in to work for the day. I'm going anyway.