The Heron

For me, an early morning swim,

Gliding my lens towards the heron,

But for her, just breakfast time...

Enjoying the Wind

A wisp of feathers glides along Shenandoah,

As the whitewater below her talons blurs, 

Searching for for food, or just enjoying the wind...


Take a break from wreaking havoc,

Settle the flock down to feed,

Have a fleeting peace in this commotion...

Death Trap

A corpse,

finding rest beneath the glass;

A martyr,

joining thousands of dead brethren;

A symbol,

proof against those who allow this to keep.


Read the story behind these two photos in this realted blog.

© 2021 by Payton Schreiber-Pan

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