Sometimes I find a creature on a path who has died mysteriously.
I have a deep interest in studying such things.
To be able to hold, touch, examine something which would otherwise be unattainable, is a gift to me.
For example this barn swallow that Tom told me about a few days ago.
Today on my walk to the pond I found it...just lying there...perfect.
All that was missing were it's eyes.
I knew this would be a rare opportunity to see such beauty up close.
Even in the quietness of death there can be beauty and knowledge.
3 comments:
what great photos. these remind me of the etchings in natural history museums, what beauty!
you have a streak of scientist in you. a sense of wonderment.
Isn't nature a masterpiece?
Beautiful photos, just beautiful...
When my finches pass on from old age, I too have a close look. I especially love their feet. They look so tender, like a baby's lingering grasp, after you've let go.
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