IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
I love how you do the wide perspective along with the closer up of the bird!
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Thanks Wynne. I wanted to show how close to town he is.
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Gorgeous photo! 😉
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Thank you
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Excellent eagle shot! This one looks hungry.
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He was hungry and disgruntled, as just before I arrived to my spot a merganser had beat him to a juicy fish.
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I expect he was able to get a fish for himself in due course.
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Not while I was witness, but I think there is plenty to go around.
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🙂
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I hadn’t realized that bald eagles are fishers. Thanks for adding this to the BoW invitation
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They sure are! It’s amazing to watch them catch their dinner.
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