The Himalayan legend says there are beautiful white birds that live completely in flight. They are born in the air, must learn to fly before falling and die also in their flying. Maybe you have been born into such a life
with the bottom dropping out. Maybe gravity is claiming you and you feel ghost-scripted. For the one who lives inside the fall, the sky beneath the sky of all. ~Jennifer K. Sweeney
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Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet 
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Thank you so much! I got lucky in that the birds were friendly that day 🙂
Your site looks amazing! I’m eager to hop over and explore. Thanks for stopping in.
Michelle
What a breathtaking picture, Michelle! Wow!
Thank you friend!!
Just wanted you to know I’ve read every post of yours and am still enjoying you immensely. The last couple of have been extra spicy and I love that! I’ve been so remiss in my comments back to people I read and admire. I’ll be bugging you back over there real soon!!
Michelle
Absolutely stunning.
Do you like Blues Traveler?
Take a listen to Fledgling when you get a couple minutes:
Raise your head
Meagerest of fledglings
And breathe in deep
And cease to cry
For life it beats within you
To fix upon the sky
And fix upon…
The sky
Is beckoning your coming
Your feathered nest
Has grown too small
The wind
Is here to greet you
Spread your wings and simply fall …
I love how your mind goes immediately to music. This song is perfect and I’m so glad you shared. Thanks for your kind words on my pics. I veered away from the iPhone and used an actual camera for these. Birds that are cooperative subjects are helpful, too 🙂