Photo A Week: Things With Wings

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Six feet across, spread the heron’s wings
great, grey appendages in slow flight

Some wings are camouflaged, propel
insect bodies who hover within sight.

A Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicate
with each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight.

(For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week challenge: things with wings.)

9 thoughts on “Photo A Week: Things With Wings”

nancy merrill says:

December 7, 2018 at 12:42 am

The way that the dragonfly’s wings disappear in the sand is amazing. Wonderful shots! Thanks for joining the challenge!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 7, 2018 at 10:06 am
  
  Nature is amazing. Thanks for hosting Nancy!
  
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Amy says:

December 2, 2018 at 2:36 pm

Love the dragonfly capture especially.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 2, 2018 at 2:46 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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oneletterup says:

December 2, 2018 at 12:10 pm

These are in such sharp focus! Wonderful – I am impressed since wings are usually, of course, in motion.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 2, 2018 at 2:45 pm
  
  Thanks- caught them at rest
  
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sgeoil says:

December 2, 2018 at 9:44 am

Wings hold such a fascination. So functional, yet so delicately beautiful. Great photos!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 2, 2018 at 10:05 am
  
  Yes…and we’ve been missing our forever, lol.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    December 2, 2018 at 10:22 am
    
    Nature kind of ripped us off in that department! lol
    
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