Lori McCray
Oct 21, 2020


When all that is crass turns creative, and all that is bitter is made once again sweet, when the mountains rise up and say “No More” and the little birds, frightened, scatter like buckshot, only then will we see what we have done, and be honest enough to weep.

LBM 10/21/2020

photo mine, poetic license, gulls aren’t exactly ‘little’ birds but I like the shadow&light of it
Lori McCray

Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/