Light snow overnight. Morning sun. My intent was to capture the size and shape of the tracks of wild turkeys. As I looked, however, I stopped seeing tracks altogether and saw something else...Silhouettes of mourning doves and swallows. Falcons, and parrots flying...if I believed in angels, I probably see them too.
"...sense emerges like the outline under a rubbing." - William Gass
These are beautiful Joel. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I have been turning over in my mind the concept of needing to believe in the angels to see the angels...
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