Suddenly there's a great flock of doves at my house. Four of them were sitting on the front porch yesterday, lined in a perfect row along a shadow, and when I leaned toward the window to take a picture they and about twenty more I hadn't seen, who must have been at the bottom of the steps, all scattered at once into the air and through the trees. They seemed to be fluttering in many directions simultaneously, giving a surreal impression of leaves falling up instead of down.
It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?
Yes m'am.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly there's a great flock of doves at my house. Four of them were sitting on the front porch yesterday, lined in a perfect row along a shadow, and when I leaned toward the window to take a picture they and about twenty more I hadn't seen, who must have been at the bottom of the steps, all scattered at once into the air and through the trees. They seemed to be fluttering in many directions simultaneously, giving a surreal impression of leaves falling up instead of down.
ReplyDeleteI always seem to take photos of birds flying just out of frame, and I actually think they look really cool that way.
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