This morning at 6:00 am, a Red-shouldered hawk woke me, crying so close it must have been on the roof. A Steller's jay answered it, and so the morning began.
Well, I don't know you at all...heck I don't know too many deeply, but- I think you see the invisible, feel the invisible and your pics and posts say it is so. And that makes me feel kind of like walking on sunshine...if that makes any sense. I'm glad to share the spaces with you, it is very apparent that you care deeply for any given subject and prescribe to it the writing that floats it above all the slicker stuff. Hope that made some sense...much appreciation. Take care-
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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When the clouds lift, the summer light is amazing, isn't it? Wonderful to see that Red-Shouldered Hawk so radiant.
This morning at 6:00 am, a Red-shouldered hawk woke me, crying so close it must have been on the roof. A Steller's jay answered it, and so the morning began.
Nice photo, dawn.
Well, I don't know you at all...heck I don't know too many deeply, but- I think you see the invisible, feel the invisible and your pics and posts say it is so. And that makes me feel kind of like walking on sunshine...if that makes any sense. I'm glad to share the spaces with you, it is very apparent that you care deeply for any given subject and prescribe to it the writing that floats it above all the slicker stuff. Hope that made some sense...much appreciation. Take care-
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