Wherever Crows go to sleep, they chose the trees down the lane the other night. Hearing strange crow noises at night is strange enough, so I went to investigate. As I stood on my balcony, I heard a loud Crowing noise, followed by a faint shift in the darkness before me. It was then that I heard the flapping of hundreds of crows disturbed from their perches fly over me.
The matter on the murder was that word was out. There was a need for flight, but still work to be done.
From the depths a hero was born, escaping the fate of his brethren... (Could be a female crow, so sub "Her" in there if you need to.)
Where we once slept, we leave, under the guise of a woken night.
All photos in this set were taken under crappy lighting and crappy ISO, with some crappy Shutter speed thrown in for good measure.
ReplyDeleteI was able to clean them up to acceptable/interesting/avant garde standards using GIMP (http://www.gimp.org).