I would frantically try to get them back somehow unless they were going to sting me, then, nope, they are one their own. Bliss, do you see the woman figure in the man's shadow?
Yes, in an impressionistic sort of way. Think -Mary Cassatt in black and tan. The shadow is wearing linen pants. She is standing with her feat planted a bit apart, but just a bit., so unlike the women she usually painted . Now I realized that she is in fact the ghost of Mary, since Mary was a woman who stood her ground and painted portraits of children play in the sand on the beach.
I have wanted to do a book of shadows, for a long time, using my photgraphs, and writing what I see. Thank you for your question! What is that box of sand and sparkles with the small depression inside? who's in there?
So sweet, to rake the sand so antlions can have a better life! But you really have a thing with the pidgeons, don't you. Is there a story/poem for the reason? And BTW, I see the woman shadow now, but only after I read your comment below. NOW it's very obvious! Can't un-see it! And one more thing -- I love that so many of your readers comment with their own poems. Maybe it's like a language -- do poets TALK poetry? 🥰
The truth is I love them very much and always have since I was a boy. I am crazy about all birds and so it seemed the height of goofiness to characterize such lovely creatures as rascals. I started writing about them in this one https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/pigeons.
About those comments via poetry, pretty crazy huh? I think all poets are a little bonkers.
BEST way to be, a little bonkers! Keep it up, Wes! I think the pigeon in the photo of your poem is a mourning dove, NO it's not; you sent me down a rabbit hole, mourning doves DON'T have a collar. There's a 'Mourning collared dove', which lives only in Africa, and yet -- where I lived in NM there were LOTS of the ones with Collar. So: it's the Eurasian collared dove, which lives everywhere in the U.S. except the northeast. All I wanted to say that they came to my bird feeders in NM, I loved them.
There is a ring neck dove from Thailand. A couple mated on my kitchen window sill. Made their nest in a bonsai dish. Considered lucky. I was blessed. Even my two cats left them alone.
So like the antlion to persevere and forge structures - that if paralleled by us would astound and even terrify. What a beautiful contemplation of a humble yet elegant skill, to reframe nature to accommodate man.
I'm seeing a shadow that arises from the man with the rake. Her feet connect to his feet. I took this photo yesterday. It's so peculiar that it resembles a woman looking the other way. Can you see it or am I going bonkers?
I see the same thing-obviously the man who is raking is doing it the wrong way, so she (probably his wife) is turning her back on him in exasperation. 😉
A lovely meditative read on this cold, wintry morn. Thoughts of summer most welcome. Thanks, Wes.
Better to dream of being a sand raker than be a snow shoveler…
Very epitome of the beach bully
I kick sand in the bird's
Beak
To show I know Charles Atlas
Alas the bully
Shakes it off
Struts and frets
And kicks it right back
Ha!! Charlie!
I always get a kick out of the comments, you never know what's coming. thanks David
A most vivid beach bully!
Would you rake the poor stranded Jelly Fish back into the ocean?
I would frantically try to get them back somehow unless they were going to sting me, then, nope, they are one their own. Bliss, do you see the woman figure in the man's shadow?
Yes, in an impressionistic sort of way. Think -Mary Cassatt in black and tan. The shadow is wearing linen pants. She is standing with her feat planted a bit apart, but just a bit., so unlike the women she usually painted . Now I realized that she is in fact the ghost of Mary, since Mary was a woman who stood her ground and painted portraits of children play in the sand on the beach.
I have wanted to do a book of shadows, for a long time, using my photgraphs, and writing what I see. Thank you for your question! What is that box of sand and sparkles with the small depression inside? who's in there?
Thanks Bliss
Thanks Bliss
So sweet, to rake the sand so antlions can have a better life! But you really have a thing with the pidgeons, don't you. Is there a story/poem for the reason? And BTW, I see the woman shadow now, but only after I read your comment below. NOW it's very obvious! Can't un-see it! And one more thing -- I love that so many of your readers comment with their own poems. Maybe it's like a language -- do poets TALK poetry? 🥰
The truth is I love them very much and always have since I was a boy. I am crazy about all birds and so it seemed the height of goofiness to characterize such lovely creatures as rascals. I started writing about them in this one https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/pigeons.
About those comments via poetry, pretty crazy huh? I think all poets are a little bonkers.
BEST way to be, a little bonkers! Keep it up, Wes! I think the pigeon in the photo of your poem is a mourning dove, NO it's not; you sent me down a rabbit hole, mourning doves DON'T have a collar. There's a 'Mourning collared dove', which lives only in Africa, and yet -- where I lived in NM there were LOTS of the ones with Collar. So: it's the Eurasian collared dove, which lives everywhere in the U.S. except the northeast. All I wanted to say that they came to my bird feeders in NM, I loved them.
They are such an elegant bird with such beautiful colors but then again so are ALL birds.
There is a ring neck dove from Thailand. A couple mated on my kitchen window sill. Made their nest in a bonsai dish. Considered lucky. I was blessed. Even my two cats left them alone.
How cool that is.
Zen meditation.
Circles waves.
Never know
What to find.
Shadow transitions,
Details spring
Rakes tines.
Find your joy!
Oh you are a rake
I am swept up
By your pile of words
I have been raked in
By your smooth words
I used to be perpendicular
Now I am a dissolute fool
Uncombed
My soul scoured and ransacked
Help me
Pass once over my soil errr soul
Take a way the hole
Make me whole
The Wes Whisperer
I thought you might be inclined to enjoy these words.
So like the antlion to persevere and forge structures - that if paralleled by us would astound and even terrify. What a beautiful contemplation of a humble yet elegant skill, to reframe nature to accommodate man.
(That shadow confounds and kind of frightens me…)
I know, that shadow is weird.
Those rascally pigeons strike again! Cool picture too
thanks Debi. Do you see a lady in the shadow?
Is she behind you?
I'm seeing a shadow that arises from the man with the rake. Her feet connect to his feet. I took this photo yesterday. It's so peculiar that it resembles a woman looking the other way. Can you see it or am I going bonkers?
I see the same thing-obviously the man who is raking is doing it the wrong way, so she (probably his wife) is turning her back on him in exasperation. 😉