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caged birds aren't singing..they are screaming in rage...
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"I've always been an eagle, been a while since I have flown" – from The Eagle as sung by Waylon Jennings
CCWeek47: Song and movie titles
This image is very personal to me. The idea here is that in spite of the beauty of the world, many of us will never truly be free to enjoy it because we are trapped- trapped by dogma, trapped by routine, trapped by our inability to escape their own emotions. I often feel that way myself. It's a recurring theme in my work, the idea of being trapped within my body and trying to escape somehow. The fact that, in spite of the beauty of this setting, these birds are still a cage while seagulls fly free, says it all for me. How often do we feel alone or cut-off from the world in spite of what's going on around us? How often is it all in our minds?
On a lighter note, I am about to launch workshops, both online and in person here in L.A.! They will be about conceptual photography with a heavy focus on photoshop. Participants will be taken through my process, from finding inspiration to compositing and post-processing, with a focus on discovering your own unique voice and ideas. Anyone interested can shoot me an email at leah@leahjohnston.com
An aviary full of Love Birds, trust me, there were quite a few in here but I only need one for a photo.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
20/52
"I worry that people will see that I'm slowly disappearing. I worry that the people that matter won't."
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I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
When I knocked thr doors of BirdMan Sekar Camerahouse I was greeted with the screaming of a caged Alexandrine parakeet kept in the veranda. The guy was emaphtic and energetically trying to widen the gaps between the tthin metal bars of the cage with its poweful beak.
After a glance on me staring at the action of the parakeet Birdman called me in and told the story behind.
According to Mr.Sekar this Female Alexandrine parakeet, in the picture, was left with him by some one as he was leaving for US. He initially requested Mr.Sekar to maintain it for six months. Birdman responded it with a condition that the bird would be allowed to join the flock of daily visiting wild parakeets once its cut wings fully grown. So many persons handed over their pet ones for various reasons and he claimed to have made them fly free after some care and practice.
He was happy to say that many Media including BBC recently visited and shot the story of it.
on my walk on thursday i had been to all my places but i saw my mum in stockton heath and got £2 for some bread for ducks so i went up to the canal again fed the swans and ducks and was walking home along canal when i saw a bird floating in the water i snapped a branch off a tree lay on my tummy and just managed to get it to the side.
i thought it was dead it was soaking so i dried it off and carried her too the vets in latchford by then she had a bit more life the vet looked at it said what it was(i forgot but looking on internet its a zebra finch) and gave her back to me so i said what i can keep it he said yes,lucky theres a pet shop next door so to great expence i got a cage and food and now have a cute little bird
Another bird to visit the feeding station at Rivertrail Nature Center in Northbrook, Illinois.
Can you id the bird for me? :)
Update: It is an American Tree Sparrow, thanks to Carol and Laura!
Song: Mine
By: Taylor Swift
For: TOTW (awesomely awkward poses),The Shutter Divas (Ornament)and 52.5 Weeks of 2010 (Window or Doors) The cage was a decoration from my wedding 5 years ago that I dragged out of the attic today and hung in my kitchen window then proceeded to stuff my arm into while standing on a chair and taking the shot with my other free hand so I'm pretty sure i covered all three themes in this one shot.
*I'm a little behind on streams I'll catch up tomorrow I had school last night, meeting tonight.
"A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom."
Maya Angelou, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"
I've always loved antique birdcages, and little birds! So this print was inspired by that.
Various birdcages in dark blue, light blue, light green, and coral pink contain different dark brown birds, on a blue background.
Low-res version shown. Print itself is high-res and completely crisp and clear.
Available as a print. See my store (listed in my profile) for details!
it wasn't me who was looking at you
through foggy glass or windows...
I think one of my very biggest struggles in life is letting go of things. Even things that are best let go, I grab hold of them tightly. I guess because change has always scared me, ... and I am not sure why. It's not like I've always had it so easily that change wouldn't be a good thing. I wish I knew. Maybe it's more about the loss than it is the change, come to think of it. I have a habit of living in nostalgia and painting things in rose hues.
Commonly called African grey parrot, grey parrot or Congo African grey parrot. Seen here @ Southport's 'Botanic Gardens' aviary in Churchtown
Red Tailed Hawk taking a bath at Rivertrail Nature Center
As I promised to Laura after seeing her chickadee picture, I went out during lunch hour to the forest preserve and visited my old killer friend. If you followed my stream and remembered, I met her two years ago, when I looked into her eyes and saw myself.
As you can see, she certainly matured a bit and her beak has grown ridiculously long.
The red tailed hawk is a fearsome predator. She is known to kill ducks as witnessed by my Flickr friend Melissa Kung in California recently.
"Happy New Year" said the child of Aquarius. Queer she was, at 23, and still celebrating the new year on a day so insignificant to every world but her own. She aged in rebellion to the world. For getting older only made her feel younger, and every step closer to the grave only made her more alive than the previous.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR.
May it be ours.
and may we grasp it with both hands.
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Photo by: Marius Dalseg
Idea and edit: Me.
The fleeting beauty of autumn obviously stirs many a soul, especially those here on Flickr. This past week has been one of leaf storms around here… I enjoy walks in the woods as leaves swirl in the air, their last gasp from eviction to make a vibrant carpet of the forest floor. Many trees are already bared to stand against what winter will bring… yet, there remains light that does not easily give way. Here, a maple, under the canopy of a dogwood, still shines brightly despite how much of the surrounding forest has already nodded its head to the winter.
It’s 5 minutes ‘til midnight now… today was Thanksgiving Day in America. The leaves are mostly a sleepy brown now, and traffic was at a minimum as many folks had already gathered together as friends and family to share in food and fellowship on the holiday… including me. I enjoy cooking, largely because I enjoy being around people that are having a good time, and today has been a very enjoyable day. Ironically, this has been a tough year for me in many ways personally, a tough year for some of my contacts, and overall a tough year throughout this world from the natural effects of deadly earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, floods, typhoons, tornadoes, as well as wars, and societal and financial upheaval. With such overwhelming worldwide cataclysm and bewilderment, what is there to be thankful for?
I’m thankful that these leaves aren’t the only bright spots in this world. I’m blessed to have many friends who not only love and care for me, but also challenge me and make my life interesting… that includes my contacts here on Flickr. Every one of you make the world look so good. I truly believe that if the rest of the world took its cues from the many here on Flickr as they look for the beauty of this world, the world would be a better place.
I’ve learned that you aren’t truly living unless you’re blessed to be a blessing. The year’s not over yet and there’s still a lot to be done. I’m involved at church with the upcoming Christmas seasonal music playing guitar and singing, and in two weeks I’m off to Charlotte for two days to load cartons for Operation Christmas Child at Samaritan’s Purse… I encourage you to be a blessing to someone this season. You won’t believe how good it will make you feel. Go be that bright beacon that doesn't easily give way so that others have someone to reach for.
To:
• The Bugmaster, who bares her young heart with images of Alaska.
• Joy C, who could easily give Hallmark a run for their money.
• Kirsten Storm, the “Dr. Doolittle” of photographers, able to evoke the best and often funny side of any animal.
• B.H.B. Photography and his love for automobiles and turtles.
• Mary Ann Potter, with her unique vision that home is where the heart is.
• Deb Snelson, who often takes that rough and rocky road to find that just right beautiful place.
• Diskdoc, who’s made his retirement years into a wonderful travelogue to us all.
• Ivy Dawned, who makes us realize the common may not be so common after all.
• Joe Franklin Photography’s unique series of churches.
• Quicksilver5001’s ability to combine humor, quirkiness, and beauty, often in the same shot.
• My2boggan’s outstanding take of remote Canada as he teaches indigenous tribal kids far from the bustling crowd.
• Mark vanDyke Photography, who does his formidable best to show me up here in my own state.
• MarsW, who’s going leaps and bounds to make the world her canvas.
• Mizcaliflower’s skill in bringing out the best in people for portraiture.
• Brooksbos, who makes Boston come alive in ways I’ve never seen before.
• Sondela nz, a motorcycle racing grandmother who brings the other side of the world into focus.
• Zill Niazi, who can be counted on for a good eye to the viewfinder and a good word of encouragement.
• Countryman.andrew, especially for his exceptional bird photography.
• .CriStyle.’s style, particularly the images of traditional food she cooks.
• Roanmountain, who can take pictures from his back yard of one of my favorite places.
• Cagedbird 1, who often uses her stunning images of the beauty of Scotland to test us all.
• Marci Goelzer, who makes me realize that in many ways Brazil looks much like North Carolina.
• Nearthetime, who often uses images from his home in Florida to showcase his humor.
• Kathy Harrison, an overworked schoolteacher of whom I wish had more time to photograph eastern North Carolina.
• macro1945, who's scanning back through a lifetime's worth of wonderful film images.
• Gary From Newfoundland II for his humorous moose.
• Kiki_nagi, and his view into the exotic flowers of his homeland.
• All the new contacts who I’ll come know.
You’re each and every one a blessing to me and I’m so thankful for you… God bless you all.