I was walking through the park taking pictures of the sunset when a crow landed in front of me. His beak clattered and a voice began to tell me things I didn’t care to hear. He watched me and I watched him and then he was in the shadows of a tree and gone. I walked some more dismissing his appearance; he was just an asshole in a talking bird I said. Then I took a picture of a tree and watched the sunset without ever actually looking at the sun.
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*sigh* i wish ic could afford a humongous print of this… in fact, i wish i could a lot of your photos
This is fantastic. The person walking through the light is surreal.