THE FACT THAT IT’S JANUARY means
nothing – my perennial urges
at “self” improvement (those vague
promises hovering just beyond daylight’s reach)
don’t correspond to calendars.
And it’s a problem of
time – twelve months stretch farther
than I can imagine: no,
there will be no New Years Resolutions here.
I can promise, though, that I will
to the spirit of the moment,
more and more.
And I can promise that I will
to show you
what I find.
Photo taken 1/3/2013, in a field off Cherry Valley Road, Duvall, Washington. This Canada goose was likely shot by hunters and then thrown away. There were hunters shooting in the field when I took the picture. Between mid-October and late January, four geese may taken a day, on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays, in King County.
To me, hunting is not a “good” or an “evil” activity. I recognize that very few people – at least where I live – need to kill to eat. So it’s tempting to make that grounds for refraining from hunting. But of course we condone hunting of a sort when we eat meat. A long tradition of hunting here is integrated with country life, and hunters have supported the land and wildlife in many ways, even as they take life. So it’s complicated. But nothing about this frozen Canada goose, carelessly tossed at the edge of a field along with another goose and a few ducks, seems morally comfortable.
This post is part of the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, and more responses to “Resolved” can be found here: