Every time I visit this small wetlands near the hermitage, I hear little plopping sounds as I approach.
When camera and I come into focus, all that there is for us to see are fading concentric circles on the water’s surface where some little creature leapt in.
There goes another – and we missed him. There is never any warning as to who is going to jump, when or from which direction. Just the little plopping sound to signal that yet another has sought watery refuge.
I have often asked these unseen creatures if we might receive their images, assuring them that we mean them no harm. But the answer is always the same:
And so we honor here all of the little lives created by God that we may never see – each playing a part in its ecosystem, each giving Him glory by living as it ought.
Be well, my little ones, and stay safe…