“I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.”
― Jeanette Winterson
Though a bit more of a brooding photo than I generally post, there was something about the form of the crow as he took off from the nearby cedars. The image, though not crisp and clean shows the slight movement of the wings in the air, yet the fine details of the beak still show.
I stood watching several crows that day, as the cawed and frolicked above me. It seemed like they were playing. I don’t know enough about crows to know if this was typical behaviour but it certainly caught my attention. The light that day was also dull, making it difficult to get a clean image, yet there is something her that I like.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 200 mm
1/250 sec, f/8.0, ISO 200