The Perspective From the Heart of the Matter
And here is something even more unusual in 2020 – the same photo in black and white.
Posted for the Friendly Friday Photo Challenge – Unusual.
The silhouettes of buildings and a construction site against the setting sun.
The shadow cast by a palm frond.
Shadows from the fire escapes of a 100 year old apartment building.
The silhouette of an American Crow.
Wheels Within Wheels
Posted for Monochrome Monday and BeckyB’s January Squares Challenge: words ending in ~light.
Crows are joyous birds.* Here they are a dusk, having joyously ridden the thermal “Breath of Winter,” and are trying to settle down for the night, all the while calling and squawking and speaking their mind from tree to tree, in a last family discussion before sleep.
*There have been flocks of resident crows in the Lake Merritt area of Oakland for….. I don’t know how many decades. Every morning the flocks wheel around our 22 story building and spend the day in the general area of the lake. Come dusk, they reverse the pattern, flying off to their roost for the night. Because of their constant presence, I have started to learn a few things about crows. This huge group of flying crows is called a river of crows. They are highly intelligent, and live in large close knit family groups. While they do not nest in colonies (each mating pair builds an individual nest), the whole close knit family works together to forage, defend their territory, and care for their young.
They do not sleep in their nests other than to raise their young, however – they roost in trees. And according to Audubon’s Where Crows Go At Night they have “a giant avian slumber party. Gathering in a park or woodland, they land in a tree, then scuffle and shuffle and squawk, filtering down through the branches.”
And “scuffle and shuffle and squawk,” I can tell you, is exactly what they do. Their carryings-on can be deafening.