I have had the luxury of seeing this photograph become and I have to say, it became the shell around the feeling I had viscerally as a reaction to the crow's print itself in the snow. The colour and foreboding of the shadows, ohhhhhh. It almost makes me strike something, how you discovered what it was that this photograph needed to say. It says, I am crow, of nature, of flight, of intimidation and angst, of sorrow. I will find you. Or something like that. I laugh. I love this photograph!
and you erin - we watched this image take place after i brought it home, a little tweak here and there and then it surfaced. thank you my friend, my lover.
Robert this is magnificent, not just as a beautiful composition to admire, but a spiritual essence captured that comes right off the screen and shakes you to the core. I can feel the brush of the tips of cold black wings...
ahhh, Gabriella - you have caught the essence of the moments when the hop of the crow-wings extended makes the patterns as he looks all around careful, watchful in the pursuit of the crust of bread thrown there for him. Thank you for seeing these moments.
What a great shot. LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteThank you Luis.
ReplyDeleteRobert, this one is simply beautifull, oh my god it speak so much to me, it is really great, colours and motive
ReplyDeleteI have had the luxury of seeing this photograph become and I have to say, it became the shell around the feeling I had viscerally as a reaction to the crow's print itself in the snow. The colour and foreboding of the shadows, ohhhhhh. It almost makes me strike something, how you discovered what it was that this photograph needed to say. It says, I am crow, of nature, of flight, of intimidation and angst, of sorrow. I will find you. Or something like that. I laugh. I love this photograph!
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Laura - You are so gracious. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteand you erin - we watched this image take place after i brought it home, a little tweak here and there and then it surfaced. thank you my friend, my lover.
Robert this is magnificent, not just as a beautiful composition to admire, but a spiritual essence captured that comes right off the screen and shakes you to the core. I can feel the brush of the tips of cold black wings...
ReplyDeleteahhh, Gabriella - you have caught the essence of the moments when the hop of the crow-wings extended makes the patterns as he looks all around careful, watchful in the pursuit of the crust of bread thrown there for him. Thank you for seeing these moments.
ReplyDeleteVery neat stuff, Robert - your crow snowglyph rules.
ReplyDeleteThis is very nice photo. I like it very much!
ReplyDeleteHave a great day! :-)
Great composition - Thank you for allowing us to share it.
ReplyDeletePeter - Thanks man.
ReplyDeleteKenneth - i am happy you do. Thank you.
Trevor - Thank you.
evidence!
ReplyDeleteyesterday i saw the fresh rabbit tracks in the snow and discovered how the varmint is getting into my yard...
snow can be soooo cool
Tom - Excellent! Set a snare and name him stew.
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