lovely. as i went from capture to capture, i was captured
it was not easy for me to leave that place of watching. who knew what would happen next, even after that particular bird had left.xoerin
What an amazing zoetrope this would be! I so love red-winged blackbirds. I was driving the other day and saw one on a wire and thought of you. (I think your bird up there ate a dragonfly, though...). :-OOh, saying zoetrope (love the word) reminds me of a quarterly magazine I get by that name published by Francis Ford Coppola. It has some awesome stories in it: http://www.all-story.com/Love you, red-winged girl!!! xoxo
marion, you notice something so very important! even though i stood beneath this bird watching it for some time, when i considered the photographs i couldn't be sure if it was the same bird. what was suddenly in its beak? i could not remember ever seeing the bird descend low enough to grab a berry or bracken from the trees. it took a long time for me to realize it was an insect in its beak! ha! as though my mind could not consider something apparating from nothing. and yet some-things come from nothing all the time!i save your reference for later. unfortunately i work today:(xoerin
I'm thinking, what a tenacious photographer Erin is, contemplating life's forces through the act of capturing a bird on a wire. I feel like you're that bird, and I, the spectator now, contemplating how a person can and does accept what is/and what was and asks what the forces at play.
rosaria, i am an addict for such dramas as birds on lines. it's simple. i can't shake it:) i want us all to be tenacious like the bird and with such dramas. i see you gaining momentum:)xoerin
Thank you. Thank you for this slow looking.
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))