Walking the remnant prairie. Again. It calls me at this time of year, a nearly barren place at first glance. But what photographer only takes a first glance? I go to find miracles.
I’m greeted by a raven, screeching at me, he watches my movement through the grasses. Screeches loudly from his safe perch on a high branch in the oak tree. “Squawk-away-away-away!” he calls to me. I listen for awhile, then think perhaps he’ll fly away soon, so I can listen to the prairie’s quiet.
I begin a conversation with Raven, he squawks, I talk. “Fine. Sit there then. And hold still. I’ll change my lens and take a proper portrait of you.” I suppose he’s not the portrait type. He takes wing before I can unzip my pack.
I return to my search on the earth, finding little pieces of miracles as I walk. I capture the wonder of it all in notes and line drawings in my field journal and in my photographs. I don’t want this special prairie walk to be relegated to the realm of my memories, mostly forgotten.
This photo feels like looking at the stars at night. I love it.
I sooo love this image; much better than a portrait of “Mr. Raven.” 🙂
Your narrative and photo are so well done. Excellent work.
This is such a beautiful image, Bo. As with Gandalf, it reminds me of stars.
I also enjoyed your story and chuckled at your conversation with Mr. Raven.
Haha, that’s a funny story, but I do enjoy the photo as well.