The crows look otherworldly and threatening, as if they flew in from another dimension, bent on evil mischief. And your dark poem reinforces the sense of foreboding they evoke…at least, for me.
Creating verbs seems to be the latest rage. Our daughter wrote an paper for one her graduate linguistics classes on the evolution of adult becoming a verb as in “adulting”, “adulted”, but not to be confused with adulterated. Although, adulting can be pejorative or not.
A lot of young people sound like gibberish to me. A combination between my failing ears and many young people’s failure to communicate outside of handheld devices.
You’re welcome, Tim. Amazing, I wouldn’t have guessed it was that late in the day, I like the crows against the white, it really looks great. I was happy to read that they could wake the dead.
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The crows look otherworldly and threatening, as if they flew in from another dimension, bent on evil mischief. And your dark poem reinforces the sense of foreboding they evoke…at least, for me.
Yep! That’s how I saw them and “poemed” about them. Thanks, Cathy!
You created a new verb: poemed. I like it. 😊
Creating verbs seems to be the latest rage. Our daughter wrote an paper for one her graduate linguistics classes on the evolution of adult becoming a verb as in “adulting”, “adulted”, but not to be confused with adulterated. Although, adulting can be pejorative or not.
Adulting is a new one on me…
Our language is constantly evolving. A hundred years from now, how we speak today may almost sound like gibberish.
A lot of young people sound like gibberish to me. A combination between my failing ears and many young people’s failure to communicate outside of handheld devices.
Six crows and one upside down punch bowl… crows are always ominous IMO.
Thanks, Teri! It’s a cool looking bowl. I love crows. It’s a lot of fun to watch their antics.
Haven’t liked them since The Birds… seagulls too.
Funny what movies do to us. Seagulls can be quite intimidating.
Downright mean they can be…especially if you have food.
Hi Tim, a wonderful series of photos, I like the presentation, and a splendid poem. I think they’re fascinating birds. ~ Mia
Thanks, Mia. It was already pas sunset when I the crows were flying into roost. The results were interesting and poem inspiring,
You’re welcome, Tim. Amazing, I wouldn’t have guessed it was that late in the day, I like the crows against the white, it really looks great. I was happy to read that they could wake the dead.
The original sky was gray, I made it white for the inkblot effect. They can wake the dead with their caws.
No rest for the dead, I knew crows were good for something.
“Unsettled inkblots taken flight
Overhead high desert sky
Rorschach crows fly on by
Caws call spirits
Oedipus and Freud
Complex simple to avoid
Twisted minds shape
Black and white
Unsettled inkblots taken flight”
Tim, you are as talented at poetry as you are with photography.
Thanks, Genie. Crows have a way of bringing out the poet in me I guess.
Crows are magical beings. they inspire poetry in me, too.