Yesterday as it began to rain in the afternoon we walked around the Magnuson Wetlands; the rewards are great when no one else is around and the weather is inhospitable. Birds make appearances, silence prevails. Seeing the pied-bill grebe and the Cooper's hawk (I am pretty sure this is the bird--though they look alot like sharp-shinned) put me in mind of the well-known poem, Pied Beauty, by Gerard Manley Hopkins: Glory be to God for dappled things--/For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;/Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;/Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;/And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim./ All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)/ With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;/He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:/Praise him. I first encountered Hopkins' poetry in literature classes in college and he became a favorite-- with his language, rhythms and most of all his subject matter: his deep gratitude for the wonders of nature.