Monday, December 31, 2007

Hawks of the Old Year















I didn't see the hawk first. H called to me as I walked to the restroom. I looked up, blinded by the afternoon sun. Through that haze the outline of something in the tree came through.






















We weren't sure at first what we saw. Then I realized it was a hawk. Through the lense it appeared as if it was eating something. We can't be sure though....it's a mystery.

What a beautiful animal...and to see it in the middle of the city is both a joy and a sadness. The feeling is akin to letting go of a New Year. Beauty with sadness. Joy and change. These feelings all begean to mirge into one.

2 comments:

Horacio said...

we should mention that after catching it we decided to keep it as a pet, fuck peta!

Lolabola said...

hahaha!