"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance."
T. S. Eliot
Burnt Norton
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Mom had her two cubs in the tree by our deck and spent the early evening playing around. Shot with a Canon 50D, shutter 1/320; aperture 6.3, focal length 250mm.