images as thoughts
With the afternoon sun exposing the brilliant purples and blues a Raven preens its feathers, and what beautiful feathers they are.
Fossil records suggest iridescent feathers have been around for awhile and I hope it stays that way.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Raven taking flight in an old growth forest along the west coast of Vancouver Island.
Don’t know why but we named this guy Horace. Love his dirty beak. Canylonlands NP, Utah.
We could hear this raven cawing, cackling and making a variety of gurgling sounds as we skied towards Black Sand Basin. When we finally met up with her she was perched in an old tree decorated with lichen and moss just as a slight snow flurry began to interrupt an otherwise monotone grey and overcast day. It’s always fun to follow the call of a Raven. Yellowstone, NP.
Pinhole photo of a raven enjoying the nice sunset.
A pair of ravens having a chat on a foggy morning near Ucluelet, BC. They were probably discussing the pair of eagles in the trees above or maybe the grey whale swimming by below.
