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...
finding rest beneath the glass;
joining thousands of dead brethren;
proof against those who allow this to keep.
Read the story behind these two photos in this realted blog.