― Percy Bysshe Shelley
Motivate. Motivate. Motivate.
So I went for a walk through the conservancy after all.
It snowed the entire time.
It was so quiet I could hear snowflakes hitting the ground.
And feathers fluttering, too.
Chickadees were hard at work, as per usual.
At the prairie there were harriers hunting the fields.
Circling, hovering, dropping to the grass.
A life ends, a life is sustained.
Elsewhere, I found the usual assortment of winter birds.
A male Northern Cardinal was singing.
And somewhere an owl was watching.
Breathing, involved, present.
Walking.
All images © 2016 Mike McDowell