Forest of Spirits: Gap Year Week 30

"I was here because these birds were special. Because I could see them nowhere else. Because, by seeing them here, I held another piece of wild in my hands."

Jacana’s Jaunt

A bronze-winged jacana makes its slow way across a flower-covered pond, its large feet allowing it to balance on the thin surface of green.

Curlews of Stone

Great thick-knees are distinctly odd birds.

Vernal

Vernal hanging parrots streak across the forests in emerald shards.

Egrets on the Irrawaddy

Sunset comes in fiery blaze to the Irrawaddy.

On a Goldcrested Afternoon

The spring is on the verge of tumbling into the fields in London.

The Wagtail Waits

The yellow wagtail pauses on parallel wire, looks back with keen eye at the hills behind. His shaking stills momentarily, as if he holds his breath for something to emerge out of the sinking light.

Love Among the Ducks

Summer at the lake is rippled quiet.

Symphony in White

Egrets sing sonatas in the movement of their wings.

maybe my heart is full of sky

so maybe the only thing separating loving and living is an oh of amazement – the breathless sound the sky makes when falling the final gradient from dusk to twilight and back again, the way your eyes keep searching for stars only an evenmist away, how your fingertips keep feeling for worlds closeted within atoms,…

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