Melodious song of a tiny ashy tailorbird. Vibrant colors of a plain-throated sunbird. The ostentatious blooming crimson sunbird. With a Hermit
The left leg was always kinda hanging loose, apparently dislocated causing the poor feather unable to stabilise itself on its favourite ginger flower. Fortunately, it still managed to feed OK. The resilience of nature.
posted by Jeff L. at 7:01 PM
Each is born with a gift to see, hear, feel and give yet take not with thy limbs but delivers by thy heart. With it you shall see all that eludes the common and even the tinniest shaft of light shall appear like a brilliant star in the darkest nite. A positive mind is a beautiful mind. Do you have a beautiful mind? If you do not see the light each and every single day, then where has your light gone to? Then let my images be your light, when all your light goes out. Welcome to my world of light, painted in pastel colors.
2 Comments:
Poor bird...But we are all like this, living with our own weaknesses.
I beg to differ. A name by any other is still a name. It will not change the fundamentals of that entity. In this example, this sunbird is not a poor feather at all. By virtue of the fact it can live beyond its disability is quality we can learn from. Poor is only relative. It makes the feather no lesser.
By the same token, one does not need to live with his own weakness. A weakness of one is the strength of another. It's all in the brain my friend.
The more I shoot and observe these feathers, the more I learn from them. Look beyond the surface and u will see the real thing. All bodily entities will come to ashes and dust. Only but transient.
Let me shed some light in your weakness, for from there I draw strength. If only you show yourself...
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