This picture is striking to me not just for the sharp shapes of birds on wires, but for the drab, soupy bluegreen sky background, as well. It's usually so sunny here, so blindingly bright and everything is stripped bare and vulerable and overexposed. The soft focus filter of low clouds and vague, potential moisture is something of a rare occurrance. I mistakingly titled this phote 'transformerbirds' but my mister technical husband informs that that those roundy things running parralel to the pole are not transformers but insulators. I stand by the title, though, because it suits me better, correct or no.
I took this picture on a windy day with my mediocre camera, standing in my backyard and zooming across two houses to the electrical wires, a squirming baby on my hip. It was in a moment of pointing at airplanes in the sky to my boy, and watching my girl twist branches of rosemary into bracelets and crowns that I spied those little birds across the way all lined up and facing the wind. It's the time of the year for making resolutions but what's more resolute than a tiny hollow boned creature clutching a wire and holding tight against what may come? I give up on slighter challenges daily. So this is a little reminder. My bones are solid and my hands are strong. I can hold on.
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I took this picture on a windy day with my mediocre camera, standing in my backyard and zooming across two houses to the electrical wires, a squirming baby on my hip. It was in a moment of pointing at airplanes in the sky to my boy, and watching my girl twist branches of rosemary into bracelets and crowns that I spied those little birds across the way all lined up and facing the wind. It's the time of the year for making resolutions but what's more resolute than a tiny hollow boned creature clutching a wire and holding tight against what may come? I give up on slighter challenges daily. So this is a little reminder. My bones are solid and my hands are strong. I can hold on.