… a Great Blue Heron is wending his way down the shore near days end on Watson Lake, perhaps a last snack before the long night ahead … the cycle plays out daily.
I took the photo below just as I was turning downwind to base as light was leaving the sky … clicks on the mic button turned the runway lights on bright and I had a beautiful lighted runway to come into … engine off, prop feathered, of course … the quiet hours!
Wishing you a very happy Thanksgiving and every blessing of the season … bright lights and joy … breathing and smiles, family and friends!
Cheers,
Ted
I am the dawn, the whisper of winds, the perfume
of morning.
The passing night fondled me, hovering close to me,
softly, silently.
The breaking day builds the spirit temple of my joy.
I abandon myself!
It seems to me that never before have I walked with
the spirit as now, nor overcome space, time, and the
elements as I overcome them now.
I would liquefy myself to mingle my substance with
the clouds and creep into the crannies of the
good-tasting earth.
I caress the good-tasting earth—lie upon it for hours,
my body at full length. I converse with it; and the
language is more articulate than the language of men.
It is my mother, and the mother of my sisters and
brothers, the grass and the trees, and all breathing and
breathless living things—the great mother ever pregnant!
I would comb her hair with my fingers, and dry my
lips upon her cheek, and beat her with gentle blows
of affection, and press my naked limbs against her.
Insane, egotistical rapture! mirth inspiring!
For a few hours here in the still morning I wash myself
clean of civilization, and purge myself of things and
the accumulated rubbish of time.
I push back history, dismiss interpreters, and stand
erect before the dawn, looking the universe in the face,
and asking my own questions.
To-morrow I shall return to the human wheels; but
now I defy the world of customs and laws, of sophistry
and serfdom; and I yield myself childlike to the light
and the air and the sweet scented dew.
A bird flies through the sky, and I fly with it. I am in
each pearl of moisture sparkling in the sun. I lie lazy
on the clouds. And I acknowledge my kinship with
each winged thing.
I see all as one, and nothing repels me, as this new
day climbs noiselessly out of the valley of night.
Peace lies over the world and over the world of my soul.
On a May Morning by Max Ehrmann
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The easiest way to reach Mr. Grussing is by email: ted@tedgrussing.com
In addition to sales of photographs already taken Ted does special shoots for patrons on request and also does air-to-air photography for those who want photographs of their airplanes in flight. All special photographic sessions are billed on an hourly basis.
Ted also does one-on-one workshops for those interested in learning the techniques he uses. By special arrangement Ted will do one-on-one aerial photography workshops which will include actual photo sessions in the air.
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