Intermezzo – The Raven
I
have a mild obsession with ravens. Their intelligence and mythic
qualities fascinate both the scientist and the spirit in me.
When I tried to capture a photo for the last post, I saw a solo bird flying at me. Raising my camera, I just started snapping frames as it passed right overhead. The day was cloudy and cold; I didn't know if the images would produce even a single usable one. It did, and I used it in the post.
But I also found this, and it took my breath away. I saved it like a treasure, but realized that there is no value in a hidden treasure; it must be shared. For me, at least, it is a lesson in opening my eyes to the magic that is right before me. Everywhere.
When I tried to capture a photo for the last post, I saw a solo bird flying at me. Raising my camera, I just started snapping frames as it passed right overhead. The day was cloudy and cold; I didn't know if the images would produce even a single usable one. It did, and I used it in the post.
But I also found this, and it took my breath away. I saved it like a treasure, but realized that there is no value in a hidden treasure; it must be shared. For me, at least, it is a lesson in opening my eyes to the magic that is right before me. Everywhere.