Empty Nest Syndrome
It can no longer be hidden at this time of year.
Whether it is kind of hidden in the twigs and branches of the barren trees
or openly displayed on top of poles and trunks.
And this particular nest has been empty for years and years and years. When I was little it was used by storks, then there were fewer and the nest stayed empty. Now their numbers are increasing and we have a sizable number returning every spring but they never took again to the nest up on the old tower, nowadays they live in the trees in the plain, closer to their food sources.
One Word Sunday: Empty.
When I am too slow
and the subject is moving:
I used to delete such photos until my nephew asked: Why?
He’s right, of course. I wouldn’t have stuck these photos in a photo album but storage is not a problem these days. To be honest – the sense of movement, the essence of these animals, is somehow expressed through these less-than-perfect shots.
And occasionally a challenge comes along where I can even use these pictures.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Movement.
The Colours of a Winter Sunset
No playing with post picture editing but using different filters while taking the photo. One is called romantic, the other one dramatic.
A Path With Guidelines
That’s the sign for “True Trail” – when you find this sign you know you are on the right way. Wouldn’t it be great if we had these fish skeletons signposted on our path through life and have all doubt removed?
Life would be boring. That’s why it can be more interesting to find these signs
even if they occasionally lead to a
U-Turn. And you back to the last point where you know you were right and try again.
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