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.
The road disappearing into the mist is something that beckons to my very Soul. A reminder that there are new vistas waiting, if we are brave enough to enter the unknown.
A walk in the woods brings us inner calm and healing. A walk through a mall raises our blood pressure, stresses and exhausts us. Why do we not pay more attention to these cues? The lives we are living are killing us slowly. It doesn't have to be this way. If we structured societies to be in harmony with nature, we would be living in a paradise. What are we waiting for?
Abstract and conceptual art inspires higher reasoning, and activates various areas of the brain, allowing for new cognitive associations and thought processes. In a way, it's a workout for our minds and emotions, at the same time freeing it of constraints.
This was for a photography challenge, and it instilled a new respect for artists who create in these styles. Even within seeming chaos or randomness, there are elements necessary to tie them together. Not easy to achieve, I found.
I had been holding on to several owl photos that I took on Vancouver Island a few years ago with the intention of using them in a composite image one day. Last night, I had a dream of those photos, and of which images I would use in the composite. When I woke up, I got to work. This is the image I created in the dream.
I saw this outside my window, and instantly got chills. Each subject on it's own carries a positive meaning for me, but there was something ominous, almost prophetic in the symbolism of this crow on the cross. I told myself that it was simply a bird resting on a handy perch, but couldn't shake the unsettling feeling.
Perhaps it is the unrest I am feeling over events in the world that are beginning to affect how I see it. No longer a safe place of love and nurturing, but a fearful one, uncertain and unsettled.
It was a call to look inward, and check my own thoughts. In order to project love and peace, I need to be fostering those qualities within self.
Onwards and upwards.
This morning, I let my parrotlets out but was waiting until my coffee finished brewing before liberating the tiels. (They have a habit of flying into the kitchen). However, after the coffee was done, I got sidetracked and forgot to let them out.
My two parrotlets immediately started yelling at me, and flying back and forth to the tiel's door. They had never done that before. They were reminding me in no uncertain terms to "Let them out!"
On a daily basis, in so many ways my flock reminds me to never underestimate the intelligence of birds.
I totally get it when people get tired of my political posts on Facebook and various social media. But, you know, if we don't do what we can to raise awareness, to fight back against climate deniers, those who threaten indigenous rights, indeed all human and animal rights, we won't have beautiful places of sanctuary to turn to. Everything will be decimated in the name of economic growth, homeland security and the warped values of rich, privileged, under-educated hate mongers.
So don't be afraid to make some noise. Animals do when they are distressed and in danger. We should, too.
I enjoy working with photographs that normally would be abandoned because of bad focus or lighting, and find a deep satisfaction in recovering and transforming an image into something symbolic and meaningful. There is always more than what we see on the surface, if we are willing to look deeper.