Nature’s Bible: The Old Testament through the Eyes of Creation
Striking photographic images paired with stories and statements by birds, mammals, and reptiles cast light on some of humanity’s most sacred writings. Funny, thoughtful, observant— like the Hebrew prophets, these are writings of warning and hope that “hold . . . the mirror up to nature” and show us our unlikely and imperfect human face.
Yeah my dad, he was a baseball turtle. “Slider,” they called him. . . Ain’t many real, old-fashioned baseball turtles no more. That depresses my dad. He kind of withdraws. Into his—but me, I figure, go with the times. We’re just made for football. We got the natural protection. But my dad, he just looks at me, disappointed-like, hurt-like; and once in a while he says, “Why don’t we do something any more just for the beauty of the thing?”
That’s baseball to him. And I gotta admit, it’s beautiful like nothin’ else. What good is beauty, I ask him sometimes. . . when there are no fans to see it? He draws his head back in. “There will always be a remnant,” he says from inside—says a muffled, small voice from inside.
That’s baseball to him. And I gotta admit, it’s beautiful like nothin’ else. What good is beauty, I ask him sometimes. . . when there are no fans to see it? He draws his head back in. “There will always be a remnant,” he says from inside—says a muffled, small voice from inside.
