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.
I'm sure they were serenading you.
ReplyDeletei love crows along with the noise they make. they always strike me as such old creatures.
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