Not sure what it is about this one, but it resonated deep within. I stood watching crow for some time, and her, me. Here was this magnificent being of ancient lineage, revered in some cultures, vilified in others, but treated with a certain healthy respect in most. Except in our western world, where the progress of humanity is gauged by how much we can produce and consume, and this noble being is seen as nothing more than a common nuisance, barely tolerated.
I suppose the symbolism of crow perched on this cold, man made structure, seeming to beckon beyond, struck a deep chord. Perhaps one day, if we continue down the road humanity is on, the power lines that now stand as a symbol of progress will lay half buried in dirt and overgrown grasses, while crow flies overhead, in the direction it was pointing. To a new world, where magic and wonder rule, and art, poetry, music and invention inspire humanity to reach new heights. I can only hope, and dream.
I love solitary walks through the city, taking in all the little nooks and crannies, side streets and dead ends. There is so much colour and character tucked away in the most unlikely of places, all contributing a certain uniqueness, ambiance and charm.