Fragmented Solitude - I.

Is it possible to simplify the forms and be completely content with empty space? And let this space be your imagination. Perhaps isolation isn’t the absence of connection, but the presence of it.  A look within oneself.

 

The Hunter

 

Spotted this morning at Pineview Reservoir! 

During nesting season, male ospreys do almost all the fishing for their families. They'll eat the fish head for a quick energy boost, then deliver the rest to the nest, where the female protects the chicks and handles the feeding.

This osprey circled over one spot, looking carefully down, but unfortunately didn't catch anything.

Tasha, the Field and the Sky

The sky is ever-shifting. One moment it hangs heavy with dark clouds, ready to burst into a downpour, and the next, a sudden gleam of blue breaks through, and the very thought of rain seems impossible.

A long time ago, my dog Tasha and I used to go to the field near our house - just to watch the sky.  Actually, I was the one watching; Tasha was simply content to be by my side. 

Back then, I deeply wanted to become like the sky—to learn how to carry life’s hardships lightly, letting them drift by like passing storms.

It didn’t happen. But looking back, perhaps just standing in that field was enough.

Chasing the Light

 

American White Pelicans in all their bright illuminated glory.

But light changes and so does the story.

Graphic silhouettes of pelicans in backlit. 

In the first frame, I showed the birds.  In the second frame, I showed the energy of their movement.