Wordless Wednesday

VJ Knutsonbirdwatching, photographyducks, fight, photos7 Comments

7 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday”

-Eugenia says:

January 14, 2021 at 10:28 am

Great shots!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 14, 2021 at 4:20 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    January 14, 2021 at 10:12 pm
    
    Most welcome!
    
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Hammad Rais says:

January 13, 2021 at 9:49 am

Hahaha!
This is a nice take on the wordless 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 13, 2021 at 9:50 am
  
  Pictures say it all.
  
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Deborah says:

January 13, 2021 at 9:35 am

They look like they’re having lots of fun! 🙂 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 13, 2021 at 9:48 am
  
  They were actually fighting over a female. I just kept clicking to capture the action. She sat by quietly smug.
  
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Eagle and Crow

Eagle arrivesand I am at oncesmall, insignificant Breath heldI am stillness basking in majesty Till ubiquitous crowcalls his cronies,chases eagle off Everything gains perspective. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Seasonal Defiance

Cast my shadow over white banksassert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted placesand colour in the monochrome Haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch despite chill. (Image my creation)

No Way In

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