SuziCate's Musings

Winter’s Irony

Feathers in weather paint themselves upon the trees; Life imitates art. They fly in the sky, graceful, gliding where they please. Art imitates life.

Feathers in weather
paint themselves upon the trees;
life imitates art.
They fly in the sky,
graceful, gliding where they please;
art imitates life.

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Comments on: "Winter’s Irony" (1)

  1. You’ve managed to capture this… I’ve tried, but half the bird seem to fly away before the camera can get the picture… they do look like they are painted

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