I spent the entire wintry day of storm Darcy bird gazing, feeding the them, breaking the ice on their water and photographing these beautiful winged creatures braving the storm and the snow. They have no other choice. Such strength in such fragile bodies. I marvel at their existence. Every single day. Observing. Listening. Learning. Unlearning.
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‘Grunge – Robin; “the wind bloweth where it listeth” (I)’
Excerpt: “It was freezing cold and the air full of whirling snowflakes. Some settled on the ground and collectively created a thick layer of white, others whirled on, sideways, towards unknown destinations…