Wing Council at Dusk
Five birds soared across the sky, spaced like punctuation in a sentence I hadn’t yet written. The light was low—dawn or dusk, hard to tell—but the gradient from deep blue to pale gold gave the whole scene a quiet urgency. Their wings were fully extended, gliding in formation like they had somewhere important to be, but no rush getting there.
I looked up just in time to catch them mid-flight, silhouetted against the soft sky like a secret in motion. I was hoping they wouldn’t veer off before I framed the shot. They held their line, like a feathered council convening in the air. I clicked once, and they vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only the hush and a photo.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Wing Council at Dusk
Five birds soared across the sky, spaced like punctuation in a sentence I hadn’t yet written. The light was low—dawn or dusk, hard to tell—but the gradient from deep blue to pale gold gave the whole scene a quiet urgency. Their wings were fully extended, gliding in formation like they had somewhere important to be, but no rush getting there.
I looked up just in time to catch them mid-flight, silhouetted against the soft sky like a secret in motion. I was hoping they wouldn’t veer off before I framed the shot. They held their line, like a feathered council convening in the air. I clicked once, and they vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only the hush and a photo.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.