Each year about this time, the geese that are migrating south appear seemingly out of nowhere on the tundra all around our house and general area. Their calls echo across the land so beautifully! To some they may just look like regular old geese, to some they may look like dinner...to me they are symbols of the changing seasons and our fragile and magnificent existence. I blogged about them here in 2007 and here and here in 2008. It blows my mind how cyclicle and consistent the natural world is. Here are some photos that I took this morning from my kitchen and bedroom windows. I love how the light shines on their feathers and outlines the form.