The dust settles quickly beneath the wings of the crow,
dancing proudly on the cold-as-concrete ground.
He did the best he could.
He watched ceremoniously at the fields below,
burning by the hand of another stupid human.
The flights he took.
A silhouetted figure passes by quietly, swiftly.
He doesn’t move. Brazen.
“What won’t you humans do for a little revenge?” he cawed.
He bows his head, eyes closed.
A gunshot rings out, and all the fields for miles lay burning.
But the scarecrow at the foot of the hill stood tall. Brazen.
That’s pretty much the theme of these photos. I like to play around with contrasts and textures, and the salt part? Well, that’s just what they were loading the trucks with haha.
I’m hoping that’s not a less-than-kosher saying in other parts of the world, I simply combined two things that I took notice to today; the heat and a crow. Though I can’t show you a picture of the heat, I’ve attached Ms. Crow. It got up to 35’c here at one point today – for those who shiver when they think of Labrador, the joke’s on you lol.
Enjoy the pics. Be back later.