By Dewitt Jones
It’s 8am in the middle of the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge. I’ve been photographing snow geese since long before dawn. Thousands stop here on their yearly migration and, until an hour ago, the morning sky had been crowded with them. Now, however, the sky is empty.
“They’ll bed down right after dawn and won’t get up for anything after that,” the Ranger had told me, “‘About the only thing that frightens them once they’re down is a low flying plane and we don’t get many of those around here.”
Well, they were sure “down” now. I could hear them all squawking somewhere over the corn rows in front of me. A good bit of hiking and I found them, thousands of them, in a tiny lake in the middle of the reserve.
I set up my long lens and waited. An hour. Not one flew. Another hour. Nope, they certainly were “down.”
In the heat of the morning, my mind began to wander. Strangely, looking at that empty sky and the immovable snow geese, I found myself thinking about the nature of change. In so many areas of our lives, we simply don’t want it. None of us want to get older, or face a new onslaught of IRS regulations, or like having our favorite TV series dumped unceremoniously from the airways. (more…)