I wonder what the egret sees as it soars so high in the sky…
Hello friends! It is hot, hot, hot for one more day here. Haven’t had the camera out since Friday because 100% humidity and cameras are not a good pairing, plus the walk needed to be as swift as possible then back inside. I am missing the wide-open skies and can’t wait for this cold front to come through. Even so, we’ve been luckier than many this summer. It is true that with absence comes gratitude for what I do have.
Today I am thinking about the majestic birds that soar high above the earth. In my darkened room (to keep the heat out), I’m doing a qi gong move called “flying” and imagining myself soaring above the problems of the day, gaining a new perspective. Here are a few recent photos of birds soaring above the noise:
May you all find a peaceful place, whether above the cares or the world or with your feet firmly on the ground.
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I like the photo of the heron coming in for a landing. If you look closely at the feathers at the back of the wing, you’ll see they are angled downward, like airplane landing flaps, to create drag so the bird slows down and the wings are much more curved if viewed in cross section, which creates more lift at slower speeds.
I once watched a flock of Cape vultures waddling in and out of a lion-killed zebra. My first thought was that they reminded me of a mortician convention. They actually entered and exited the carcass from the back end and several were inside at a time eating lunch while the others waited outside for seating to open up.
Hope the heat subsides soon to something more bearable x
I like the photo of the heron coming in for a landing. If you look closely at the feathers at the back of the wing, you’ll see they are angled downward, like airplane landing flaps, to create drag so the bird slows down and the wings are much more curved if viewed in cross section, which creates more lift at slower speeds.
I once watched a flock of Cape vultures waddling in and out of a lion-killed zebra. My first thought was that they reminded me of a mortician convention. They actually entered and exited the carcass from the back end and several were inside at a time eating lunch while the others waited outside for seating to open up.