In a world that seems to be changing more rapidly than ever, there’s a quiet comfort in knowing some things remain the same—like the swallows returning to the old Mission San Juan Capistrano in Southern California.
I would have liked to have seen the Capistrano swallows in the heyday of their celebrated return, when people were more likely to view the migratory spectacle as a whisper of the divine or an unsolved mystery of the natural world.