Mirage of trees
Shimmer in reflection
Cold hard glass
Spiritless crow
Adorning the sidewalk
Window strike
The unfortunate demise of this crow gave me an opportunity to appreciate for a moment the beautiful fragility of its being. What a privilege to hold such a captivating creature before it is rendered back to dust and a poignant reminder that in a mere instant, the miracle of being can be extinguished.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #191: Being
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I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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June 16, 2019 at 1:34 pm
Windows kill more birds than cats, cars and wind turbines combined. 😦
Nonetheless, those are very pretty windows. =)
And I saw what you did there with your titles. 😉
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June 16, 2019 at 1:37 pm
Ah, ever observant…
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June 16, 2019 at 2:04 pm
I love my windows but they are not fun to clean. A young warbler struck that window once and I went out and picked him up on the deck. He had knocked himself silly but was only stunned, nothing broken. I held him in my hand, more as a guard against the neighborhood cats than anything else, until he came around. As I was holding him I thought about his future adventures and imagined all places he would see on his fall migration south. Once he came to and realized he was in a human hand he took off in a panic. Such an honor to hold him for even a little while.
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