It was way back in 1964 or ’65 when, as a college kid, I first saw the movie Seven Days in May, a star-studded biggie that dealt with the coup d’etat response to an American President’s negotiated Nuclear Disarmament Treaty with the Soviets. Last week’s American Spring idiocy — the plan by Wingnuttistanians’ to oust the current President along with Senate and House “leaders” — sort of forced me into a faint recall of that fifty year-old movie (which was, of course, FAR better staged and FAR more believable than the 2014 flop!).
Anyway, the consequence of said Wingnut idiocy (after I managed to finally cease LMAO, that is) was to spend some time ignoring Washington’s current political maelstrom and concentrate on something interesting for a change, something worth a closer look. Below are seven photographs gathered during “seven days in May” (May 14-20, 2014) and all within a mile or so of my front door. The first is of the Rocky Mountain Front Range, taken on the morning of May 14, just hours after what everyone here HOPES was the season’s FINAL snowstorm! Fortunately (for various wild critters in particular), the weather warmed almost immediately thereafter; the balance of the photos — taken over the course of the next several days — are of Canadian Geese and their itty-bitty goslings ‘out there’ enjoying the weather and the lake they know as home.
There’s something to be said for those moments when one takes the time to abandon all thoughts of politics, of guns, of money, power, guns, war, coup d’etats, pickup trucks, guns, ATV’s, idiots, politicians, guns, nukes, oil, coal, fracking, smog, global warming . . . all those hallmarks of human failure, and instead simply takes the time to meander slowly ‘out there’ — quietly so as not to disturb — only to watch and absorb the surreal and ever-so-common beauty that defines the natural world. William Wordsworth pretty much summed it all up a couple hundred years ago when he noted, in his Lines Written in Early Spring —
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.