Sunday, January 6, 2013. What random act of man and nature created this scene of a bird of prey against a winter sky, flying high over the mountains? Walking, walking, walking, I turn my head to the earth, not skyward, and I pass this image by, but I returned to it. What a perfect reflection of what I did see that day, as red-tailed hawks soared over the park on a hunt or maybe just a territory review. Would some Department of Transportation road painter be pleased that this was the result of her work? This pebbly bubble of white, rough-edged for the mountains and textured snowy white for the sky, might not be what she had in mind.Sunday, January 13, 2013
KITE IN FLIGHT
Sunday, January 6, 2013. What random act of man and nature created this scene of a bird of prey against a winter sky, flying high over the mountains? Walking, walking, walking, I turn my head to the earth, not skyward, and I pass this image by, but I returned to it. What a perfect reflection of what I did see that day, as red-tailed hawks soared over the park on a hunt or maybe just a territory review. Would some Department of Transportation road painter be pleased that this was the result of her work? This pebbly bubble of white, rough-edged for the mountains and textured snowy white for the sky, might not be what she had in mind.
