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.
Categories: Photography
Tags: black and white photos, gnarled trees, landscape, squawking crows, Winter
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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