when i got home today from going for the Crow feathers at the Refuge, taking off the pics from the camera, i suddenly understood my world, my cloth. it's little wonder why it is how it is
this is the area of the prescribed burn that the children participated in yesterday.
a partial wing. breast feathers. a cloth of Jude's.
The refugee is beautiful…how shiny those feathers are. And yes, little wonder, all those lines and angles.
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ah. a still life. the last to pictures are a great pair-ing
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part of me wanted to take a photograph of the
explosion
of feathers in the water weeds
but somehow, it wasn’t right
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a still life. so still.
it is astounding, really, today and tomorrow are the
BIG days of the Festival. there are literally thousands
of people at the Refuge. but it is so large, so a
Refuge
that this is what they see.
they come from all over the world. bird people.
At Dawn and at Dusk are the fly ins. When the cranes
leave and return. the sound of their wings at those
times is overwhelming.
you see many people crying. just feelings.
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I’ve heard its completely astonishing. Love seeing beyond your walls and fences 🙂
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speechless with the stillness
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weeping–yes–I would–overwhelmed by the life in the life forces so other than us.
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Awesome vistas, exquisite photographs–no wonder indeed–and wondrous.
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yes, the sweeping and swooping.
gorgeous.
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Amazing. Where do they go when they fly off? Are they flying ‘in’ for the night, to sleep? Oh, so many questions. Your photos speak of the big space that you hold. And the one lone tree, gorgeous.
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yes. it’s maybe a flood of some kind of gratitude
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am going to make a point of photographing the beyond.
it’s almost time for another trip to the canyon and
the road is good now.
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so
still
so
alive
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e v e r y single time is like the first time
never fails to give such a Rush
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Flight
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i actually mis stated. its the fly Out and fly In. both.
They, the cranes, sleep at the Refuge. each morning at dawn
they fly out to farmland in the Rio Grande Valley to graze
the fields. alfalfa, corn, chili fields. fields around me.
sometimes they are in the horse pasture next to me.
then every evening they fly back in to the Refuge for the night.
Thousands and Thousands.
The geese and ducks stay at the Refuge. These are Snow Geese in
these pics.
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the sky; wide and high, and multi-hued. astounding. Cranes; birds of wisdom. I have a tarot pack which has cranes dancing on the 3 cups card, spiralling energy around. A card of happiness and joy. Don’t remember having seen a crane, though I’d love to. I see herons round here. Pterydactyl-like; prehistoric as they flap through the air. One sits and fishes on the weir on the River Calder which runs through Wakefield (Yorkshire, England). The river runs through it.
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the space in your part of the world, I love that emptiness, the wide open-ness, and of course that would translate into your work.
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yes…the 3 of Cups. Abundance, overflowing Joy.
These cranes are four feet tall of so with wingspans of
close to 7 feet. their flight is measured and gracefull,
their call, unmistakable. i know your heron, i grew up
with one down in the woods at the creek. i love them
as much. herons live here year round, do not migrate.
I would love to walk the weir on your River Calder.
and as i was reading your comment, i thought about how
this “sky” here is shared with you there in Wakefield.
i am sure it moves swirling around the planet, allowing
us to breathe the same sky….
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little wonder, indeed–and your photos captured that some thing just as your cloth does. and those black feathers. kawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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gorgeous. astonishing. horizon. crowds of feathering creatures. sky. so much!
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i can feel that space in my collar bones, my chest and
then in my whole self.
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the feathers were a true gift.
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mostly horizon. the line, the Rim.
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breathtaking, and breathgiving–these images, the natural world, your composition off feathers and cloth, you
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oh i almost weep just reading it. i want to be there when this happens. next year, maybe.
thank you for the pictures and yes this is part of you as the green here is part of me.
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Grace, I so want a camera of my very own…kindly answer the mundane question: what camera do you use?
So happy to find these entries since last I looked.
Have been to see the Trumpeter Swans at Hidden Lake (near a huge National Waterfowl Reserve)for a 3rd time this Fall. They stun me.
Jennie
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they are
breathtaking/breathgiving
what a beautiful way to say it…this Place is
so Full…..
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linda…i think there are places in your world where
these things happen…part of a Migratory Corridor????
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Jennie…it’s worth it’s weight in GOLD. i’ve had it for
quite a while…and it’s as good as new. it does all kinds
of stuff that i’ve never learned how to, but i have the
instruction book and maybe some day…..
it’s a Canon Power Shot SX100. i’m sure since then they
have come out with different and maybe better ones???
i didn’t choose this one over any others, it was what
the Walmart here had. well, a really lesser one with no
close up at all, and this one. so it made the deciding
easy. maybe others can weigh in about ones they have
and love??????????????????? We only have Walmart around
that sells cameras. if i’d gone to Albuquerque, i could
have had a lot more choice, but then really, i wouldn’t
have any idea what to choose.
I hope you get your own camera. i’ll cross my fingers.
xo
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and
Trumpeter Swans
oh wow. and yes. you need a camera. they deserve
Witnessing.
and a blog.
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the same sky; the same moon; the same sun. The same earth; it’s quite awesome really. I am in awe…..
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yes. i will go to the canyon soon to refill my self with
awe too.
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