Wow!! Amazing photos, James. That crow is HUGE! I saw a public broadcasting show about crows recently and was amazed by their intelligence. I'll never look at them the same way again. (Our family, with much Indian heritage, has many superstitions about birds...) Thanks for sharing these awesome shots. xo
crows are important for their wisdom in many traditions ... i have been noticing recently (that is, the past couple of years) how many different calls they make, all with specific meanings, i think ...
i would like to think so, that photography is less violent .. but i don't know ... simone weil writes, "I want to see a landscape as it is when I am not there" ... perhaps only if we could photograph such a landscape, as it is when we are not there, then we would not kill ...
After viewing these images, I feel like a crow watching a crow.
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And that is very good.
yes, to become a crow ... nothing would be greater than that ...
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Wow!! Amazing photos, James. That crow is HUGE! I saw a public broadcasting show about crows recently and was amazed by their intelligence. I'll never look at them the same way again. (Our family, with much Indian heritage, has many superstitions about birds...) Thanks for sharing these awesome shots. xo
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L'oiseau (Jules Supervielle)
ReplyDelete« Oiseau, que cherchez-vous, voletant sur mes livres,
Tout vous est étranger dans mon étroite chambre.
— J'ignore votre chambre et je suis loin de vous,
Je n'ai jamais quitté mes bois, je suis sur l'arbre
Où j'ai caché mon nid, comprenez autrement
Tout ce qui vous arrive, oubliez un oiseau.
— Mais je vois de tout près vos pattes, votre bec.
— Sans doute pouvez-vous rapprocher les distances
Si vos yeux m'ont trouvé ce n'est pas de ma faute.
— Pourtant vous êtes là puisque vous répondez.
— Je réponds à la peur que j'ai toujours de l'homme
Je nourris mes petits, je n'ai d'autre loisir,
Je les garde en secret au plus sombre d'un arbre
Que je croyais touffu comme l'un de vos murs.
Laissez-moi sur ma branche et gardez vos paroles,
Je crains votre pensée comme un coup de fusil.
— Calmez donc votre coeur qui m'entend sous la plume.
— Mais quelle horreur cachait votre douceur obscure
Ah ! vous m'avez tué je tombe de mon arbre.
— J'ai besoin d'être seul, même un regard d'oiseau...
— Mais puisque j'étais loin au fond de mes grands bois ! »
(if all speech and therefore thinking "kills", can photography perhaps transcend this limitation?)
i would like to think so, that photography is less violent .. but i don't know ... simone weil writes, "I want to see a landscape as it is when I am not there" ... perhaps only if we could photograph such a landscape, as it is when we are not there, then we would not kill ...
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i like the poem very much, and i start to dream of translating it ... thank you:-)
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