Nature has purpose each and every season, each and every day.
It seems to effortlessly accomplish its purpose without struggle or despair, unencumbered from the burden of emotions.
It is efficient without waste, and all of this is done in such a graceful quiet. Look at a meadow of grasses in winter for how alive, complex, fascinating, and beautiful it is, even in the tawny, dry way in which it is framed. Much happens there, and it never is without interest. So alive in the calm stillness of the meadow, yet people will look and see nothing. Not me, I see even the small happenings.
The snow falls quietly, but something is always brewing. Nature and Wildlife Pics asks some pretty interesting questions on the dynamics happening in this meadow. The post looks provocatively into nature’s plan.