I got no idea how you got this effect, but I like it. I bet that bird IS lonely. You think it got lost from the flock? Maybe just out for an evening fly by. Very nice, John.
No wonder he's lonely. Did you notice how foggy it is. For Pete's sake, take a look around. Just Kidding. You do really well on these. If I didn't know better, I'd think you walk around in a fog most of the time. No, that's Patti. You are a master of the low light photo. Me, I'm a master of the low life photo. lol. Great shot and it should do well. Too foggy for the cows to find. Merry Christmas, John.
Very nice capture John...as usual your capture of fog could not be better, to me the bird looks happy and free (maybe a little lost with all the fog, but happy otherwise!)
"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon
Wow - back to the kind of image I love from you John, the fog. I don't know why, but it makes me think of a scoured-out copper pot. That sky with the silhouettes of trees against it is superb. I wonder what it would look like with the foreground cropped out altogether? That could be truly mysterious - and maybe we could go head to head on a picture for the cover of a mystery novel!
Thanks to all my friends for the wonderful images I get to look at and learn from on Caedes every day. I always have something to say about them, but don't always have the time to record it. Please forgive me if I can't comment on all of your uploads.
It reminds me of the River of Forgetfulness (or Lethe) in Greek mythology, one of the five rivers in Hades... and the bird... one solitary soul crossing over it... really evocative.
mary
Mary's comment is interesting. That's quite a bit of fog. It is a wonder that the bird has a sense of where he is in spite of it. Beautiful capture, John.
You will be led to the knowledge of the internal things which are invisible to you, by the external things which you see before you. . . . Even so then, we can represent to ourselves in thought the Author of all that is, by contemplating and admiring the (visible) things which He has made, and ever brings into being.
- Hermes
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