Before mercurial attitudesI am clam –emotions shuttered Not that silence is calm –oppressed energy a danger –even shells can burst Question is whereshrapnel will strikewhen inevitable happens (Image my own)
What is it about alleysmagnifies fear? Is it the reflectionof inner passages,those narrow, dim lityears, when despair echoed endlessly? Days I forgotto look for light,imagined none discredited the truththat glory dwellseven in dark alleys. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
The Great Blue heron declares me an annoyanceto which the Blue Jays rasp accordance –I know I am akin to predatorbut I come here with needto this bug-infestedweed-riddenriverbed To be Tornas I amby an undefinablerustle, an inner bleedthat craves patterns, or signsnaturally occurring rhythms to definemy place within this current worldly disorder (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Even the shy night heron, how delightful to see.
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Beautiful detail and texture in the mallard shot.
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Thanks Patti
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I had no idea there were night herons…so much yet to learn, eh? 🙂
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A bird I discovered in Texas. There is a yellow-crowned (pictured) and a black-crowned.
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Very nice!
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Oh that heron is a wonderful photo. Thanks V.J 😀
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So decent of him to pose for me, eyes open, considering his natural propensity to be nocturnal.
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