The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
John Burroughs (1837 - 1921), Birds and Poets, 1887
3 comments:
Fantastic. You are one talented little gal.
I've been seeing a lot more hawks lately. Beautiful treatment on this pic!
Thanks Buffalo :)
Moonshadow - we have too - the other day in the 30 miles from Greensburg to Pratt we counted 20 of them... beautiful birds...
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