It Wasn’t Me
A hawk sits on a branch looking like it just stepped out of a true‑crime reenactment and is deeply offended you noticed. Its chest feathers are streaked with what is very obviously leftover breakfast, but according to him? Pure coincidence. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong squirrel. The yellow eyes say “mind your business,” the feathers say “I absolutely did not mind mine.”
The whole scene is peaceful blue sky, green leaves, soft light and then there’s this feathery little war criminal perched in the middle of it, pretending he’s just enjoying the weather. Nature’s most chaotic employee caught mid‑shift, still clocked in, still dangerous, still judging you.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
It Wasn’t Me
A hawk sits on a branch looking like it just stepped out of a true‑crime reenactment and is deeply offended you noticed. Its chest feathers are streaked with what is very obviously leftover breakfast, but according to him? Pure coincidence. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong squirrel. The yellow eyes say “mind your business,” the feathers say “I absolutely did not mind mine.”
The whole scene is peaceful blue sky, green leaves, soft light and then there’s this feathery little war criminal perched in the middle of it, pretending he’s just enjoying the weather. Nature’s most chaotic employee caught mid‑shift, still clocked in, still dangerous, still judging you.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.