I was walking past these gnarled trees when two crows suddenly settled on some branches, squawked loudly, and flew off. There’s something rather foreboding in the sound of squawking crows in a Winter landscape. I felt as if I was in a Gothic novel. It was a mysterious moment.
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Author: Don
My name is Don Scrooby and I live in The United Kingdom. I feel that more than anything else, nature, and the objective things around us, convey a speech and a message we always need to listen to and follow. This kind of listening is life-giving and there is a certain form spirituality about it.
In this blog, through the the photographic image and accompanying words, I’ve tried to share this experience as simply as I can. There is an underlying beauty in nature we all need to see and experience, especially in this day and age as we struggle to save our planet.
Most of my shots are taken with a Fujifilm XT100 camera and my Iphone. I’m no professional Photographer, but I do enjoy outdoor walks with my simple gear trying to capture what I see and experience.
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Haha!!! you’re talking to an ex-birder here – the cawing of crows across a bare winter landscape is music to my ears – and more so the deeper voices of Ravens. A 🙂
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I know what you mean about the deeper voices of Ravens, Adrian. It’s a haunting sound.
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Nice, cold and dark.
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Thank you. It was certainly cold on the day I took it, Thomas.
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