Jen, taking nature photography in the direction and influences of modern art is a gutsy call. I admire your sand, even if my own preferences tend towards Otto Dix and the post WWI expressionists.
This photo really speaks to me...it's bleakness, its ambiguity, its calling out for identity...it all echoes in the depths of my beleaguered soul and resonates out to a cold northwestern beach, where someday this whole farcical oddity we call the human experience will end...and Vultures will pick at the remains.
The Owls will sign odes to your greatness, Big Bins Jen.
I need a clue.
ReplyDeleteAt least show us part of the bird ;-)
ReplyDeleteIs that a fish tail?
ReplyDeleteAlright, nope not a fish tail, and I do think it's part of the bird.. Here's a clue: I actually ran from it.
ReplyDeleteits and owl right!?!
ReplyDeletebtw this is christian.
DeleteRooster - Domestic Chicken! What else should you run from?
ReplyDeleteYes it's an owl, tho I think Christian had insider info on this one. And Rhett, barnyard geese are pretty scary sometimes...
ReplyDeleteBarn Owl! I misread the first line of this posting and thought this happened in your yard. I, too, had inside info and should have known - shucks!
ReplyDeleteDo you think your huge bins scared it off?
Ah, I thought you were playing along just so others would keep guessing... Yes it must have been the bins.
DeleteI cant see anything that looks like an owl...where is it?
ReplyDeleteYeah, it doesn't look like an owl at all.. There's a tiny part of it in the top left area..
DeleteI would love to see a barn owl, I wouldn't mind not getting a photo.
ReplyDeleteOh I agree- it was a great experience even without a decent photo.
DeleteJen, taking nature photography in the direction and influences of modern art is a gutsy call. I admire your sand, even if my own preferences tend towards Otto Dix and the post WWI expressionists.
ReplyDeleteThis photo really speaks to me...it's bleakness, its ambiguity, its calling out for identity...it all echoes in the depths of my beleaguered soul and resonates out to a cold northwestern beach, where someday this whole farcical oddity we call the human experience will end...and Vultures will pick at the remains.
The Owls will sign odes to your greatness, Big Bins Jen.
Oh please, like we were really supposed to guess this?! And here I thought I was privy to "inside info." I guess I see where I really stand.
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