Great Horned Owl

Just As The Light Passed Away It was deep in the terminus of a clement day. The sun had retired from the haze-filled horizon but its faltering remains still dwelt in the landscape.   We moved without hurry. Our hope was for a glimpse at “something” in the dwindling crepuscular light. That “something” almost always seemed to appear just as aspirations waned. As the path meandered this way and that, a stark visual presentation materialized against the monochromatic sky. Silently, a Great Horned Owl sat stoically in the barren branches of a tree…a perfect effigy of a predator in waiting. It was both a thrill and a fortunate moment, just as the light passed away.  ~ Anecdote and Great Horned Owl image, Just As The Light Passed Away © Jerry L. Ferrara

Old Friend      Hello Old Friend.  So good to see you today.  It’s been awhile.  Wasn’t sure you had not moved on.  I last heard you speaking from somewhere deep in the frigid January woods.  Your conversations with others seemed somber and deep-seated.  I’m sure any and all transgressions and indiscretions were handled diplomatically.  I recognized your presence back in March when a murder of crows rampaged and ransacked the forest in a ruthless, raucous attempt to drive you out.  I feared they attained their goal for your absence has been strongly felt.  But gladly I was incorrect, for here you are!  So good to see you today, my Old Friend. ~ Anecdote and Great Horned Owl capture, Old Friend © Jerry L. Ferrara