posted by Tim Nafziger on 08/25/08 at 12:22 AM

Last night I returned from a week long vacation in Colorado. It was my first immersion in the wonderful scenery of the Rocky mountains and foothills. I took lots of photos. I’ll share a few of them here accompanied by the text from one of my favorite poems of all time.

Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.