My wife took this picture during opur last stay in Québec: a murder of crows flying above a snowy ground, in the early evening, when dusk is about to set. It was striking, very beautiful and atmospheric. The picture does not give it justice. I really grew to love crows in the last few years, I came to like even their cry in fact. It is raspy, raw and beautiful in a primitive way, with a touch of eeriness, especially when there are lots of them like at that moment.
Wednesday, 8 January 2020
Crows and snow
My wife took this picture during opur last stay in Québec: a murder of crows flying above a snowy ground, in the early evening, when dusk is about to set. It was striking, very beautiful and atmospheric. The picture does not give it justice. I really grew to love crows in the last few years, I came to like even their cry in fact. It is raspy, raw and beautiful in a primitive way, with a touch of eeriness, especially when there are lots of them like at that moment.
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I'm sure they were serenading you.
i love crows along with the noise they make. they always strike me as such old creatures.
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